Technically it’s Winter, but today feels more like Spring.I can feel the warmth of the sunshine beckoning. The birds outside are active and chirping away.And the blue skies seem to keep the cold at bay. I’ve had potatoes roasting in the oven though and garlic …
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Torn
What’s a girl to do when she’s torn? Between multiple things, in multiple directions? Being called here, yet drawn over there. Being beckoned one way, but swept another. She’s torn. She wants to write. She wants to play. She wants to leave. She wants to …