
Go home now, to the mother of winter.
Go home now, to your springtime home.
Go home now, to the mother of summer.
Go home now, to your autmn home.
Sometimes thoughts need more space than other places allow. This is my ongoing journal. It functions as both a memory bank and a venting location.
2 comments:
Hi Mandy! You're new blog is awesome!
mine was wonderful - book about vampires and walks with my husband - yay! =)
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