Do you wish I was with you? My heart thinks you do. Do you miss our memories? My heart knows you do.
Her voice was rarely heard. She could silence the most talkative and the most arrogant with her lack of words. One look of indifference, or a single disapproving stare, could stop nonsense in its tracks. When she walked into a room, there would be only her presence. It amused her when the smart aleck asked… Continue reading Woman of Few Words