Maribel was dancing a dream I could only dream to dance.
Jill S. AlexanderTo me, sympathy was like alcohol on a scraped knee. It didn't really heal anything; it just made the injury sting.
Jill S. AlexanderDo you not see the tragic irony in killing Rudolph to get into the Christmas parade?
Jill S. AlexanderKiwi man– hairy on the outside, slimy on the inside.
Jill S. AlexanderAll I'm saying is, you've never alone, and God made everyone unique with different gifts. Now that's not to say it doesn't sting a little when someone points yours out.
Jill S. AlexanderAs if my day couldn't get any worse, I was about to be preached to by an Evangelical Elvis impersonator.
Jill S. AlexanderIn his arms, I slowly unfolded like a love note read in secret.
Jill S. AlexanderMots clés young-adult contemporary
The most beautiful part of the day isn´t always the brightest.
Jill S. AlexanderDo the thing you love to do. Hank Williams died at the ripe old age of twentynine. Stevie Ray Vaughan at thirty-five. Jesus at thirtythree. Don’t think you’re special and the Lord’s gonna bless you with time.
Jill S. AlexanderMots clés death paradise young-adult young-love
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