She took a break from her road trip for an ice cream cone. Didn’t know what was coming for her.
Saudade became a lifestyle for us.
Love crumbles with time; it’s pretty colors fade and fall like dead leaves.
As her foot slipped, so did her mask.
Loss is loss; bitter, cold, eternal.
Loss can not be measured.
With a breath, she was gone.
It only takes one gator.
T at the Grand Canyon. Sometimes memories are all we have.
H shopping. Still alive.