Originally posted on Pouring My Art Out:
And this is the first one that was created by two people! That’s right. You heard me. This was done by my good friend, HastyWords, over at: https://hastywords.wordpress.com/ And her delightful daughter, HastyKid, helped out. You should check out that link up there. Hasty writes some awesome poetry,…
Bridges will be burned and when they are you can either fall to your death or you can learn to fly!!
This beautiful girl is one of my first duet partners and I am very lucky to call her friend. This duet is born of truth and the knowledge we are connected in a way few can be. I love you dear. Written by Shruti and Hastywords It’s been forever Since we last spoke And such…
Writing is just so effortless with this partner! Check him out.
Sage wrote his last post on our vacation together. I will write mine later. I somehow just want the trip to last longer and these posts have allowed that. Enjoy.
Having met Sage Doyle in person there are a few things I knew before meeting him that held true after meeting him. He definitely has a whole lot going on behind those big brown eyes of his. I really do think it would be easy to get lost inside his thoughts. He is silly,…
I hope everyone enjoys the posts Sage and I have planned for you regarding my vacation to Boston. We hope that you will feel like you were a part of the experience. Many people have some crazy ideas about us, about our decision to meet up and, maybe because it seemed so natural and innocent…
Today the Sage family and the Hasty family went to North Hampton for a day at the beach. I have to say HastyKid is a natural and is dreaming of becoming the next big surfer girl. She had a blast riding the waves with Sage Jr and after getting buried in the sand, Sage Jr…
I didn’t think it was possible but I instantly got more excited. I promise, Sage, I am not a seven foot tall tattooed man but I cannot promise you will not be disappointed with the image that walks off the plan. I look like a typical, cooks too much good food for her…
I wrote this post originally in May of 2012. The memories I had trouble classifying when I wrote this post somehow ended up where they needed to be over time. I believe emotional wounds are like physical wounds. If we keep dwelling and fueling our heartache by listening to certain music, looking at certain pictures,…
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