It’s a common test to draw simple lines in the sand.

When it is all said and done,

we watch for who climbs over.

We become our own teacher every step of the way,

we allow our drive to reply to what and who we have lost.

Sometimes a cold line can be entwined with fragrant flowers of promise, through rains of conflict they grow with an ambition for the sun.

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About ingridfalconi

I'm a married mother of three and a published author.
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