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"The heart has reasons that reason doesn't understand"
all i need
At Her Fingertips--A three part series
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Chasing a 60 second dream
Fathers
Food for Naught
In your eyes, love, it glows*
Like a rolling stone...
Marilyn Monroe was a size 12 in 1952
My Neighborhood
My own 25
Pencil marks, chocolate smudges, and battered dustjackets
the kitchen
Some Kind of Story
Some things are best left between a girl and her heart*
Sometimes...
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Some Kind of Story, Part Three
Some Kind of Story, Part Two
Some Kind of Story, Part One
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7.10.2010
Some Kind of Story, Part Three
And though playing it safe was comfortable.
And easy.
Most of the time,
She still craved that sense of recklessness.
The unexpected, the spontaneous.
The untested waters.
And though new things made her a bit uneasy,
the uneasiness was not always a bad thing.
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love letters from a hopeless romantic
"True love does not come by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person, perfectly." -Jason Jordan
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