When I was younger I wrote stories. I had thoughts that begged to be written down. This hasn’t happened in a long while. It happened today….this is what I heard…...
A wrong turn led us down a dead end to where we encountered a statue of St. Francis of Isisi, the patron saint of animals and one of my favourite...
As humans we love to label things. Words are, for most, our primary form of communication. Their language is primarily feel. Wild animals recognize gender based on what is attributed...
I have always been one to love the other world. When I was a child I was looked on as strange, odd, and my favourite…weird. When I was in my...
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