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- 42 Steps Away at storywrite
I hopped on a old, worn down, loved bike and pedaled around the corner away from Aunt Martha and Uncle Ira’s Nantucket house. Walking down the sandy path, Martha reminded me to - Sisters Snipet at storywrite
Click. The beginning of a journey was forever framed in that picture. Me, standing next to the driver’s side door of my blue Subaru Forester, and Nadia, standin - Lost at storywrite
I hear you, see you struggling to make me understand. Inside your head, though I'm here and your words are clear to you, I'm still lost. The pain I wish to go through, simply s - Bittersweet Spring at storywrite
Spring creeps up on you and without little warning pounces on a new day in New Hampshire. The snow has been melting, the roads are muddy and little bits of green are poking out - Remembering Me at storywrite
I watch you day after day. You struggle to keep a smile on your face, to balance everything expected of you and you own simple wants and needs, hopes and dreams - Distraction at storywrite
I remember devouring books in a day. Reading the words and turning pages like my life depended on it. I read everything and constantly. I woke up early and read, open the book - Sisters at storywrite
Click. The beginning of a journey was forever framed in history when mom took that picture. Me, standing next to the open driver’s side door of my blue Subaru forester, and Nad
