Things Have A Way Of Falling Into

The Very Young And The Very Old Often Saw What Others Could Not. Or Would Not.

Broken Hearts Healed. Maybe The Cracks Were Always There, Like Thin Scars, But They Healed. People Lived And Worked, Laughed And Ate, Walked And Talked With Those Cracks For Many, Even The Scars Healed And They Loved Again.

I Read A Lot - And I Read A Variety Of Genres.

Love Meant Different Things To Different People.

She Walked With A Ghost Of Herself, One Full Of Potential And Possibility. One Who Was Fearless. Where Had That Girl Gone?