The Silence of Snow

God gave us memory so we could have roses in December But He gave us snow to dwell in the moment For the sweetest things are those we dearly remember But not even the heart will be forever frozen What good is a moment if it will never pass? Joy to stoicism if it forever... Continue Reading →

Letters to Old Friends

I tend to hold onto memories like sentimental letters from long-lost friends. In a way, that's exactly what they are, but some letters are meant to collect dust for a very long time before they're read so as not to be misconstrued, and some are meant to be burned. I can remember when I was... Continue Reading →

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