What happens when you see and feel and miss everything, and spend your days wishing for the things that are in the cracks in the pavement? I long for a girl who had curly hair and spent her days being VERY tough and strong, only to tell me that she didn't know the meaning of the word.
It's been to long since this keyboard said what I feel. Maybe it's time to put my toe back in the water.
Every day is beauty, beauty is every day. In memory of my best friend Jessie, who left behind a Sammie and Deputy Dog, a lot of love, some big shoes to fill and a mission.
The last time I talked to her, I promised I'd write. So write I must.
Maybe it's time, again, to search for the pirates?
