She walks among us, taking sips of the sweet breeze,
savoring the aromas of the meadow brushing her knees
As she wanders from grassy plain to a winter roost 112 more words
In addition to my last entry, I just want to say this: If you were not part of your loved one’s recovery, then you do not deserve to revel in the aftermath of it. 109 more words
(of popular music or musical instruments) not having electrical amplification.
Remember you heard this here.
Life should be lived in acoustic. I may not get this across exactly how I wanted to because I wanted to make this post since early this morning but ran out of time so I just saved the idea as a draft. 389 more words
The week didn’t start out so great: A friend of mine wanted to know if I could take a walk with her, which I was totally up for, having seen very few people outside my immediate family and strangers in the grocery store these past months. 1,021 more words