Missy B
I used to think I kept my cat, but I think it is my cat who keeps me. She clawed her way into my heart, and wouldn't let it go. However, I wouldn't want it any other way.
Second Spring
Fall, the second spring, a time where everything must die to make room for new life, for new growth. Fall brings a new type of beauty to the eye its beholder. Fall paints a painting using colors that bring warmth without the heat. Fall, offers a new beginning.
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