Somewhere in timewe found each other
doubled stranded,
yet one.
A composition of our past
created something new.
Something only we can explain
but,why should we?
True companions are akin to breathing.
The first in a series called
This weekend is the Sauerkraut Festival in Waynesville, Ohio.
I have recently been volunteering as a side helper for a therapeutic horseback riding organization here in Dayton. The other day a rider reached over with both hands, messed up my hair, and blew in my face. Not only did it catch me off guard, it struck me as very funny. I have been laughing about it all week.
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Tra La La Necklaces
Prophecy