Northern home girl transplanted to the land of southern belles tells tales from a life lived in vibrant color, sprinkled with random bits of radiant bliss...
Welcome.
Saturday, July 2, 2016
674.
My dearly departed Mr. Bliss would be 56 soon, if he were still here with us.
He held me in his arms many times as we danced to this song.
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