My mother taught me to be brave and independent she taught me to see the breeze and touch the sky. Still, there were many -- Lessons My Mother Never Taught Me

The world outside was sometimes harsh -- sometimes bitter; the people sometimes cold, but -- In My Grandmother's House We Were Always Safe and Warm

We talk -- with words that touch with words that pain -- But most important are the ones that hide behind our fears -- the Words Left Unspoken

A weekend without time without place except in the quiet recesses of our hearts And now I am left alone to start my journey with only -- Endless Highway Monday Morning Blues

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