Jamaica water is everywhere here. Its mass produced. That could only mean one thing. Somewhere in the world, probably in Mexico, there is a hibiscus farm. I want to go there. Maybe live there. Can you imagine?
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Here I am again. Frozen in a time that's both familiar and new. The merry go round has come around again and I am captured in another ...
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Dear You Know Who You Are, I hear you. You may not think I hear you, but I hear you. You may think that your words are harmless. You may th...
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It never occurred to me to want be anything but what I was until I was an adult and people started telling me I needed to be something else... -
I often have a lot to say about what has or is happening in my world. The hurts and disappointments and even the cruelties and abuses. And ...
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