When I think of home, I think of the greenest green, the bluest blue, and the brightest bright. The sunniest smiles, the warmest faces, the breeziest afternoons, the toughest built of home. The voice of Dad's who's long gone. The laughter and wisdom of Mom. The hugs and tickles of my sisters. The happy memories posted all over our walls.
When everything is said and done, when every land is trod, nothing beats the feeling of having a place to call HOME. I miss home…
Roadtrip
Blued
Lazy day
Somewhere here lies a great man I shall forever call Dad
Welcome to the blog where there's less talk and more sights! This holds the frozen moments of the girl with butterflies on her trail, flowers on her hair, all under the southern skies. She who loves seeing things at a whole different light. And at the end of the day, she only has this to say: it's a beautiful world after all.
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