When Past and Present Collide Photo Story Friday. When I was 10 years old my mother sent me, on my own, from South Dakota to California to visit my paternal grandmother for a month.

Una cabeza llena de miedos, no tiene espacio para sueños. The purpose of my writings are to encourage you to think, to develop your own opinions and maybe see the world a little different. I was once asked if I could go back in my life what would I change? The answer well, that list would go on for miles! .

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The power of God lives in all that I do and all that I am. Have you ever wondered if you were called to Earth to do more than what society expects? August 11, 2015.

The Girl With Flowers In Her Hair. A million candles lay on a sand made of gold. They sing a song of limerence, sad and bold. Carefully sipping from a glass made of steel. Oh, how beautiful it is to feel. I can scent the petrichor wrestling with the air. As my mind blows away blindly falling in love with a morning prayer. But your shadow still makes my heart puerile. Oh, how inert it is to feel. I shall make a blanket of the heavenly blue sky. Oh, how violent it is to feel.