I've found this picture it's me and my sister. It's fun and inviting however so frightening. There's sand dunes and bowl cuts, sun, there's enough. But the map that would tell us of treasures makes me jealous of a much smaller me, a time at the beach.

I'm left wishing for new memories to miss. I'd make the same again if I didn't fear the risk of wanting them back.

I bought a book that proved more than a memento. It challenged me to rethink almost everything that I know. There were lessons taught on growing life from character and plants. We read that book in a park and our souls they did a dance.

I'm left wishing for new memories to miss. I'd make the same again if I didn't fear the risk of wanting them back.