Who knows when, their number will end? Most hardly remember when it began. From the start, life began to fall apart. Predators start eating, the body starts deleting.
As we travel to unravel, we unravel as we travel. Old age undertakes, then comes the earthquakes, maybe the mistakes. Our fondations start to shake, or maybe we break.
In the midst of it all, we struggle not to completely fall. We continue defying, trying to cancel out dying. No one wants to slumber, until their final number.
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
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