The sculptor rested between the blank faces, her endurance almost at its end. She didn’t have time to coddle her exhaustion or bandage her bleeding fingers. The face hidden in the marble called, needing to be set free. Once again she rose, wincing as she picked up her chisel and began again.
By day I’m a manager of a local pet boutique. By night I’m a writer, a hiker and mom to 2 human young men and a multitude of furry four legged ones! Life is fueled by coffee, tea and the insane rabbit trails that make every day a new adventure.
Like the title of my blog says, you will find rhymes, dreams, fantasies, and thoughts scattered throughout my page. Some are whimsical and others serious, but all just kind of bubbled over and spilled out of my brain. I hope you enjoy my eclectic offerings and I look forward to interacting with you on each individual post!
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