Just wanted to drop a line and say how the home town is gone... The few pictures we have left are all that remains. Mom, bless her heart... did all that for me... Now there's just my tears and some apartment complex trying to take there place.
Love @ Prayers
If I could paint a portrait, of this life in which I've led, and somehow sketch a story, of the visions in my head, I'd start out with a canvas, stretched tightly in a frame, and in the bottom corner, I'd leave room to sign my name. (Michelle A. Bartley)