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Day is changing colors now rose above, and mist and blue between is settled in peaceful in the gloaming... lights come on, and dogs come...

I like the way he looks at life contrarywise. From a different facet in the glass. I've always been this way, since I was small. Sitting...

I love the hours when the shadows get long Sunlight melts to mellow amber welcoming the satisfaction and jollity of a good day done. The...

Whispers of languid raindrops, patter across courtyard ferns, from a pre-dinner rain, mingling petrichor with night jasmine and roses…...

Joining my voice with all of my friends and faire family to remember the man who brought us together and made memories that we hold dear...

The light is changing, bringing a lovely golden hue to dappled afternoons....bathing brisk breezes with a sense of festive expectation...

In theaters across the world, this moment is the same, and I love it dearly, with all my heart. After the comforting dissonance and...

There are moments I happen upon, little lovely surprises that at once, captivate me in the present experience as enchanting, and send me...

I miss the smell of those tall, thin Florida pines and cypress and scrub. The sun warmed brown scent of pine needles underfoot on those...

That would be Southern comfort food. Food has always called to me as a fascination, a joy, an art, and a way to express love and a little...

She sat there, rage eating chocolate ice cream. Every bite she took hurt me to watch, and there was nothing I could do. It was emotional...

One of the most surreal moments….. As a tiny, eager sophomore, at the National Academy of Arts, I was in love with dancing. In love with...

There are gifts I've been given, without knowing, until I rediscover them. My world shifted tonight, in a magical way. Remembering...

As girls we’re told so often - it’s no big deal... did it really happen.... but he only... That we brush it off, bury it away.... forget...

Giving the little gifts of praise and lifting you up Knowing you give me nothing back Is a hollow slicing ache With each offering But I...

Standing here in the wine aisle Feeling emotions well up And writing them down in a hurry Lest they flurry and fly away Flit out of my...