Asked what freedom means to me, besides living in a country known to enable me the freedom to be me, to speak my mind, and to write what I feel. Freedom to be me, includes the freedom to either stay at home all snuggled up in front of my fireplace and computer. Or… Travel the tools for this freedom being by…
His eyes are mysterious and inviting. His smile is sexy and the words from his lips enticing and sweet. It’s been so long. My heart needs to hear these things, my soul yearns to believe him. Yet, I know his words are false. He says them to all the women, his testosterone is talking, not his heart. He doesn’t know…
Hunter, at the end of 13 years just before crossing the Rainbow Bridge on the anniversary of his departure today. 52 Weeks Photo Challenge #12 Face
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