I just finished the first book in "The Kingdom and the Crown" series by Gerald N. Lund yesterday (Easter). It is called "Fishers of Men" and it was amazing!
I went on my tiptoes and took a deep breath in through my nose. Ahhh…I loved everything when it came to this time of year, though nothing could really compare when it came to my feelings for this hybrid species, a cross between both water mint and spearmint. It was sweet. It was indigenous to Europe and the Middle East (two places I would in all likelihood never have the chance to visit in my life, and anyway, even though this unique species did have its start in those places in specific, through the years, it had now been cultivated and spread out to all regions of the world.) In fact it was even found in the reclusive sections of the wild with other species, including its parent one. It was small, usually patterned in small red and white stripes, had a preemptive scent to it that seemed to tickle my whole body starting at my trembling toes in anticipation of it and reaching into some of my deepest, most memorable memories. (It is weird how touching some things can be to the slightest
Alora threw open her rundown, scrappy, smelling like it was wood with mold door against the back wall. It was pitiful. Not an ounce of concern was held in her mind for the piece of wood that sure looked, plus smelled like that alone should break it. No concern was held in her mind for much anyone or anything currently. She was simply happy to be back in her crappy apartment after a long day of work. Sure, the living space was dull and had to be infested by rats, if not something much worse, but at least it held a bed. A falling apart, frayed, dusty bed, but a resting place, nonetheless. She did not want to wash off her smeared with makeup, plus the gross sludge of the day's face, so she did not. She left the black lines that were highly defined under her eyes since there was no one to judge her in her dark, dreary-draped apartment, or so it seemed so why should she try? Alora Finamore spent every waking moment of her life trying to impress somebody who was anybody, we
If no one has greeted you such as this, please let me be the first, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!! I also happen to know that I am certainly not alone when I make the wish that 2022 is better than 2021 was in several aspects (personally, I am still processing 2020). I have felt the world turn upside down more than a few times. From the deadly pandemic to the several protests to even the repercussions of the stock market crash that occurred in 2020 (am I saying that correctly??), one might look at this year, and the happenings of it and first off suppose that it was the year from hell. Yes, sometimes life just plain stinks in more than one way definitely (I just don't know if I have the time or battery to elaborate every exact way...), but I always prefer to peer at the things that happen in my life with an eye of optimism, no matter how difficult that may seem at times. Let's see, though all the bad things happened this year, plenty of good (even if it was just a butterfly insurmountable s
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