I write; therefore, I'll be.
Maybe he knows, maybe he doesn't but, he touches me. He touches me, without actually touching me. The way he looks at me, touches me. His words have a way of, touching me. The way he says my name, touches me. The way that he listens to me, touches me. He just has a way… Continue reading He Touches Me
Photo by Dom J on Pexels.com I wouldn't say that this is a new beginning beginning but it is. When I first decided that I wanted to write it wasn't an easy road but I got on that road and began my journey. Back then things weren't as advanced as they are now. The only… Continue reading New Beginnings
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