Sunday Remembers
A Haiku Takes Me There
i answer the call
melancholy's time travel
from my lazy boy
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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Gurl you ain't playing in these Vocal streets! Utterly fabulous! 🫶🏾💕
NICE
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awww, so cute and nostalgic!
Beautiful, and this does bring back many memories for me.