Is it Really Just Stuff?
I open my armoire, a gift from James many years ago. It holds not exquisite jewelry, but treasures none-the-less.
Read MoreI open my armoire, a gift from James many years ago. It holds not exquisite jewelry, but treasures none-the-less.
Read MoreI have a list of my sins, thirty to be exact. I’m sure that’s a fraction of what I commit, but I think all I am guilty of have roots leading back to those thirty.
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