Gathering the materials of life
Putting the pieces together, Trying to make since of every new thread Every raw scrap plays it’s part The seemingly insignificant The easily forgotten. Every little tussle is connected The moments, the people, the places, the hurts and the passions Are sewn into a unique, individual, special you.
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AuthorKatie Elizabeth: Writer, Wonderer, Wanderer. Archives
March 2019
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