"So, here's to life and every joy it brings here's to life for dreamers and their dreams." the flowing melodies of Shirley Horn wafting through the comfy crevices of those mental spaces housing memories scrabble & red wine set the pace of the palaver overflowing with the magic of grandma's grace So begins the evictions of self inflictions with her there is no too great a sin So begins the oral threading of the historical philosophical quilt woven with ancestral fabrics made from uprooted ivy laced baobabs rhythms of perseverance pulsating through the walls of the NW DC home commemorating this annual date of sitting face to face triple word score bookmarks the lesson brings us back to the place fresh ground aromas reset the day a granddaughter's prayer inshallah to continue forevermore
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Ubuntu: I am who I am because of who we are. AuthorEsther was born in Utah, raised in Durham (Bull City), North Carolina. Over the last 6 years she has lived in 6 cities, 3 states, and 4 countries. She doesn't like traveling or anything... Archives
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