Love, like shards of glass,
with inhibitions, broken,
gleaming in the light.
Linking with RonovanWrites
with inhibitions, broken,
gleaming in the light.
Linking with RonovanWrites
Under Your Cape, Teacher
Under Your Cape, Teacher A Teachers’ Day tribute to those who shape our thoughts, nurture our voices, and gently guide us toward discovering...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.