Dear Savannah,
What do you do when you feel like you've gotten to know your daughter's soul, and you have words in your head to her? This, I guess.
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To love, to land.
With bubbles, waves, a detour boat ride, and then finally coming to a shore.
coffee on my lips
chocolate and coffee, wine and (for the rhyme) whiskey.
When it’s over, a cycle complete.
in bed, just cried.
Real estate is changing me.
I never expected Iād learn that.
i’m going to remember the sweet along with the bitter.
A comment from a friend on facebook: "Bittersweet Symphony...that's life."
Recipe for finding peace at 12 am.
Make a bowl of yoghurt and fruit.