The scent of flowers and warm wax wafts gently below my nose, accompanied by the crackling of a Sacred Heart candle and the warmth of sunlight on my arm. I’ve started and un-started a couple entries lately but decided to scrap them. I don’t want to write about what I think others may want or need to see. Not a lack of care but rather an overabundance of…
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