We were just walking, hand in hand, the way grandmothers and little granddaughters do. The day was mild, the sky wide and blue, and her tiny fingers wrapped around mine with the kind of trust that softens your soul. “Nanna,” she said, looking up with a grin that could melt clouds, “Would you like to…
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The Joy of Writing
In the quiet spaces between breaths, in the stillness of the soul, there exists a flame that flickers and dances—a passion ignited by the mere stroke of a pen upon paper, or the gentle tap of keys beneath fingertips. It is the love of writing, an undying flame that burns brightly in the hearts of…
Apples of Gold 