This is Not My Life . . .

This is Not My Life A warm "hello" and kiss goodnight bright eyes, sweet lips a scurry of activities, part of the pack cooking, eating, laughing, telling stories family connection broken times high times silent, I feel dreams, dances, sweet kisses on my head enticing me to a life imagined but not mine waking up alone... Continue Reading →

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