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The wind Is warming leaves dance before my eyes Golden Happiness.
Twenty something year old closet writer, doing writerly things. Usually with pens. Currently writing my autobiography with the help of 7 blogs and over 20 years of diaries. I also like tea.
The wind Is warming leaves dance before my eyes Golden Happiness.
I have many blogs already, so might as well throw another into the mix. First a little back story. A brief one though as I want to get to the point. I waffle a lot sometimes.
I searched for many years. My journey taught me this: Greatness can not be found in one place. In one person. In one action. But wherever you look for it. I achieved greatness by learning this.
"Make me cry" The whisper came, barely audible. "Make me cry, I need to feel something. Something I know is real. I need that release. The endorphin's to rush through me. The tears make me real.
Remember her. The girl who always had a smile for everyone. She would make time if she didn’t have it. She was always there for you. She used to sing her heart out with joy.