I suffer from an unrevealed guilt. I carry the baggage of remorsefulness that I hadn’t been around with my two kids in their formative years.
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BOUQUETS OF SUNSETS
It felt like a silly urge; “let me stop the car for a moment and grab it with both my hands.” I’m speaking about the
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After a hectic day, my body cries for a balm to calm every part of my being. In the silence of darkness, I find the
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