Bees skim weathered skin.
Memory gears turn within.
Stabbed then, now my friend.
My writing is me.
"We grew up, but ... havenβt quit playing together."
"...nothing that could save her, so sister kept raising the baby Mama "gave" her."
"I sewed love into every stitch...filling it with hope... and positivity."
Kodi & Clara
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