The Green Snake
Last night I dreamed I was at the house I grew up in... and was walking home from somewhere (i don't remember where). As I approached...
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The Watcher By Margaret Widdemer She always leaned to watch for us Anxious if we were late, In winter by the window, In summer by th...
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Last night I dreamed I was at the house I grew up in... and was walking home from somewhere (i don't remember where). As I approached... -
Her Journey’s Just Begun By an Unknown Author Don’t think of her as gone away her journey’s just begun life holds so many facets this e...
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