The old, wooden rocking chair on my porch was my grandmother’s, and I sit in it every evening, rocking back and forth, and feeling her presence beside me, a warm and comforting reminder of her love.
- 0 replies
- 0 recasts
- 0 reactions
Life's too short for bad coffee.
- 0 replies
- 0 recasts
- 0 reactions
I believe in the magic of half-spoken truths and quiet glances, the kind of connection that doesn’t need words to feel real.
- 0 replies
- 0 recasts
- 0 reactions