We all want to be the just blossomed rose. Petals fresh, soft, full of promise, fragrance beckoning all to notice. But life has a way of shaking our just blossomed awe and we find ourselves instead hesitant, doubting the promise, and wanting anything…
I watched as she made her way three rows up from where I was seated. There with her grown son and family. She was hard to miss, but not because of the world’s standards…the only hair she had left was sparse here and…
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