Fall is my favorite season. It’s my favorite time of year. Chilly weather, colorful leaves, sweaters, jeans, and boots bring such joy and peace to my heart. I guess I enjoy fall so much because of its symbolism. Fall is the death of what was known and the welcoming of what is unknown. This is symbolic of our lives. Sometimes, …
When the World Stops Feeling Like Home
This world has stopped feeling like home. It stopped feeling like home a long time ago. The first time I was old enough to understand violence, hatred, and hurt was the first time I realized that this world would never give me the comfort that I craved. Hate and violence are never comforting and hurt the soul. Yesterday morning I …
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