“Do you like it, Mummy?” The room was lit solely by tiny birthday candles atop a cake. “A hundred and two today!”
Mum said nothing,though – never a word for twenty years. Instead, her soulless sockets were blank behind her skeleton frame.
A collection of stories & poems
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about yoga,divorce, travel, teaching
Find BIG inspiration in the little moments
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