Dear Little Me – Lost Memories

-- Mel Morrison   Dear little me,   I fall asleep dreaming and imagine you at nine, roller skating around the rink and at twelve climbing trees high enough to reach the stars.  I imagine you at fourteen, catching fireflies on those warm summer nights. Chills awaken me. You are not real, painful lost memories... Continue Reading →

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