50: Queen of My Heart

What would it say about me if I could pretend it didn’t matter to me? What would it say if I just walked away from her and hated her back. I’ve earned her hate.

I know what I did.


I’ll take all the slings and arrows.

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02: Hope

When summer is a faded memory and the hope for spring is shaded by the short and dreary days of winter, I love the scent and colors of the Franklin Park Conservatory. It is a reminder that with patience all things grow and even the hardiest need time to gather their strengths in order to […]

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