Prepared

When young my Mom would hold me close, whisper now you’re just a child unpolished and unrefined loose gravel scattered, wild. But someday, she promised you’ll fall and earn your scars in the rock tumbler of life and be the envy of the stars. Those words from the dearest woman in my life came true... Continue Reading →

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