The Road Not Taken
I always feel a need to sing the chorus of De colores when on our adventure to what feels like grandma’s nest. Within a quarter of an hour, we trot through a mini forest and various gardens to get to … Continue reading
I always feel a need to sing the chorus of De colores when on our adventure to what feels like grandma’s nest. Within a quarter of an hour, we trot through a mini forest and various gardens to get to … Continue reading
I love when friends dream in my nest. I catch their fleeting eyes or witness a soft smile…they’re comfortable I think to myself and it’s the best non-verbal compliment I can receive. It’s back to replenishing their half full glasses … Continue reading
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