Is it strange that I often look into the clouds, hoping for a sign or picture from my daughter or brothers or God? I took these today as I was standing out in my backyard, looking into the sky.
AuthorWhispers and whimpers, screams and secrets, cries and confusion, living and learning. The days and nights of an ordinary, everyday woman experiencing the tragedies and triumphs of life. ArchivesAugust 2010 CategoriesAll  |
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