Pages tagged with Living In The Past

I have a hard time speaking of my parents and yet, my children, have a need to know these things I have buried away inside. My son and I went to Los Angles to hear a band that was playing there. On the way home he asked me about mother and I froze
Innoncence is always present, though it may be masked by many layers of unfulfilled living in confusion and despair. No one remains without the effective tools to dig out of a hole. Of course, there's an sturdy tall invisiable ladder at one's disposal when ready, able and inclined to ...
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