Do you prefer silence? You must think of me sometimes. I can not believe that I have been erased, wiped clean along with the pain and memories. There must be song fragments that still hold me in their sweet chords, lyrics that take you back to when we were one. Or do you you turn off the radio, preferring silence to those feelings that whirl and whip like wind spun waves. The Years That Have Passed. The Need for Fresh Air. Hysterically, and the only world that existed was their own. She dreams he is ther.

But most of all I like my own babies. Other kids are cure and all, but The Son was my favorite baby. But some things I wish would change. I work, I sl.

Creating a world out of nothing is harder than it looks. The princess who saved herself. December 7, 2013 in Uncategorized. The Princess Who Saved Herself. It had been her servant and makeshift friend for the last few years. The size and smell of a large wet dog, the maid outf.