The Fabled Flamingo
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Last published Thu, May 9, 2024
"It's not my words that you should fear, but my silence. My words speak straight to the core but my absence will leave you speechless."
― Nikki Rowe
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Sometimes, when it's brittle and cold outside and our insides are craving warmth, instead of looking around with pleading and hungry eyes, we must stop and find the warmth within- no one is warmer for you than yourself.
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