Everything on these pages, really everything, has happened.
The feelings are honest, perhaps embarrassing, but all the more true for that.
winter. spring. summer. fall.
Be prepared for a year, my four seasons, and an emotional journey that we will never forget.
Lets start with our cold friend...winter.
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4 seasons of me
PoetryOthers write only the good, others only the bad...this is the place for those who felt both. Who loved and hated. A Journey, through a year of my Life. Winter (lonely). Spring (finding). Summer (love). Fall (losing). One year. Four seasons. One...
