George just called me into the living room to have a look at the setting sun. It was smouldering right on the horizon, literally the color of a coal in a dying fire. Such a vivid orange-red...
Okay, back to work. It's another hard day; memories of my mother keep dragging at my mind. They told me the first Christmas would be the hardest. I didn't realize how hard.
Okay, back to work. It's another hard day; memories of my mother keep dragging at my mind. They told me the first Christmas would be the hardest. I didn't realize how hard.
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**huggles and chokkie re: the mother thang**