By ChrisJenya I was 8 When I tried to restrict tears, it was a Sunday, and as usual, I was dressed in simplicity and sat next to my favorite person. Mary Auntie, both powerful through Christ and bles
By ChrisJenya I loved her, I thought. She stood there, tall and proud, as this clarity broke into my mind. It crushes every sense I seem to have as nostalgia eats away my vision. I saw her 3 years ago
By Deborah Layton “I’m going to get my water bottle Mum.” She drops something on the ground, and runs into the house. What is this? It's so pretty, like the flowers I walk by every day. I slowly walk
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