Frozen coffee breath
Looking up to endless mist
High in the mountains
My writing is me.
"We grew up, but ... haven’t quit playing together."
"...nothing that could save her, so sister kept raising the baby Mama "gave" her."
"I sewed love into every stitch...filling it with hope... and positivity."
Kodi & Clara
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Beautiful and vivid description.
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Beautiful and vivid description.