Sometimes you try to shelter me from the storm...
sometimes we become the storm.
~life with you~
Love & hugs !💓
Self-contentment
It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood. Doors and windows open, sitting on an old tattered quilt, listening to the clucks and giggles ...
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When I sat to reflect on the last few years, I expected it to look a bit like waking up after a severe storm. Broken and destroyed. Or in m... -
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