When I give, it does not come with strings.I’m not keeping track of what you owe me. When I give, I choose to do so without ulterior motives. I give because I know what it’s like to be without. To long for and be ignored; to speak and not be heard; to care for and … Continue reading Why live if not for kindred beauty?
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