Walk with me as the winter comes. Hold out your hand and catch the flakes in your palms. The ice will be sure to follow our trail. I can feel the frost that makes our skin pale. Dawn your scarfs, coats, and gloves. Protect yourself from this season’s harsh love.
-8th Day of Christmas-
I'm and up and coming writer from Memphis, Tennessee that believes we are all born to play our part in the universe. I'm on a mission to inspire others as well as stir your imagination through my passion for words. Here, you'll find inspirational poetry, all original fictions, and random events about my life. If you're reading this, please take a moment to comment or send an email so I can thank you personally for taking the time to read my work. That and I really like to connect with others and learn your story as well. My first novel will be releasing July 7, 2020 titled "Universing". Thank you for visiting my corner of the web.
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Waiting for a few flakes in new york city. It’s already snowy upstate.👍
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Waiting for a few flakes in new york city. It’s already snowy upstate.👍
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Waiting for a few flakes in new york city. It’s already snowy upstate.👍
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We’re suppose to get some down here, but we hardly ever get anything ever. Enjoy the holidays!
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You too!!
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Nice work.
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Thank you much!
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My pleasure, I hope you enjoy my blog.
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This is beautifully crafted. Glad I found your blog. It’s Lovely. I do hope you’ll check out mine too maybe? I’d appreciate it. Best wishes.
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Thanks for stopping by and leaving such a nice compliment! I’ll definitely check yours out as well 😃
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