Hold my hand

You hold my hand And I hold my breath

New love, old love - which one is better? Is it better to have a love that's stood strong through the test of time or is it better to have a love that is new, fresh and exciting? This is a poem reflecting on old love that fights to stay fresh and new. Or maybe it's a poem reflecting on new love that fights for comfortable familiarity.

Step It Up for Giving Thursday

When my sister and I were young, we used to play constantly with the children of our next-door neighbours at the cottage. Once every summer, we'd be allowed to sleep outside together in a tent by the lake. The night I remember most vividly was when I was ten and my sister was twelve. We told ghost stories and shrieked with fear and laughter. We had flashlights, but we only used them to shine upwards from under our chins, imitating monsters. Eventually, our voices faded and flashlights were…

The emotional and sweet Scottish Highlands Wedding of Jordan and Trevor captured by Scotland Wedding Photographer The Kitcheners.

Always!! They seem to fit so well together too!! ❤❤❤ <x🔥o> 💋💋💋🤗🙏😘

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