Walking through the Old City
The air is perfectly sweet and cool. Quiet. Clear. The stone streets
The air is perfectly sweet and cool. Quiet. Clear. The stone streets
There was steep security just entering the gate for our flight in
Immediately when I woke Shaya this morning, the tantrums began. Whining, complaining,
I didn’t tear up this much when I was younger. As my
Night fell around us like curtains of darkness, as we laughed and
Have you ever arrived somewhere, looked around, and just known in your
It was a better birthday idea than roller skating. First, we drove
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