Tag Archives: Growth

Wash Away

Posted on April 18, 2017 by

Is it okay? I remember the night – quiet, lonely, perfect I remember the day – loud, busy, also perfect And as I tried to walk around the puddles not yet on the ground I realized one thing The water had become blood I always … Continue reading →

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Watching The Water Run

Posted on January 19, 2017 by

For the last few days, I have felt strange. And no, it has nothing do with the 35 homemade cinnamon cookies (Nonna’s recipe) I’ve had since Tuesday morning. Those things are a delight. So if you don’t mind, I’m just … Continue reading →

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