the dying leaves; last breath

I was in the dining room as I shouted "Dinner was great ma" to her. She was in the kitchen and I was still finishing up dessert in the dining room. I had a large piece of the dessert I had always asked for: vanilla cake with no frosting. I overheard mom yell back, "Happy … Continue reading the dying leaves; last breath

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the dying leaves; through her gleaming eyes

Dedicated to a remarkably intelligent young woman whom I have the honor to attend the same college campus with. okay so i have my pencil and my pen and then I should probably go and wash my hands and OHHH i need to go return that book because today is the due date and speaking of booookk.... … Continue reading the dying leaves; through her gleaming eyes