They say leave only footprints, but I feel like I left behind more than my footprints in this place; a little bit of my soul.
Little did I know from the moment I glanced at the portraits of the now-gone dwellers, I was finding myself getting emotionally attached to them.
Even though she was no longer there to treat me with her much-loved turkey dinner or let me listen to her favourite records, her subtle yet still positive presence was felt throughout the entire house.
Your Memories
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I participated in the Artsburg in Clarksburg on July 16. What a great way to
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Featured article in the latest Exile Quarterly (Volume 44 No.3)
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I recently had the pleasure of exploring the <a