Perflexed

My hand-stitched wings itch to take flight to test the winds of change that inevitably blow at the end of a cycle. -Bianca Bowers

And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. -Erin Morgenstern

I was born during Spring.

Let’s measure instead, by how we lived.

No hug will ever be like the hug you experience with your mom. That one is special. That one goes the distance.

We experience our lives one moment at a time. Open your eyes.

She was hiding a most beautiful smile.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. -Marcus Tullius Cicero