Stumbling into nothing but paradoxes entwined in incessant ruminations cycling ceaselessly through my mind.
Perhaps the wise look at a list of traits, not for which ones apply to them, but when/how…
Thanks Mrs. K. Louis Armstrong was right: What a wonderful world.
Jane asked Dick, “Who do people say that I am?”
Sometimes when things feel a little grim to me, I forget. I *am* being loved.
My sisters are my brother too.