Lost letters linger on the last shelf
hoping to be held in the hands of the heartfelt receivers.
Years of yearning, young so long ago.
Wandering down the deep dark shelves, desperate and
longing to reunite the lost loves of long ago.
About Me
- Kristie
- A mom, a wife, a creative person, a woman, an artist, a writer, a photographer, a reader, a crisis control person, a nurse (when boo boos appear), a facebook junkie, a gmail junkie, an internet surfer, a listener, a friend, and so much more...I'm just me.
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Change of site... - For any of you that read this blog...I've moved it to: http://thoughtstoanunknownsoul.wordpress.com16 years ago
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Chapter Two - Abigail raises her hands up to block the bright white light and drops Bella. When the light fades she lowers her hands to find she is standing in the entra...16 years ago
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