How amazing is it that, each year, the flowers know to bloom? That when the temperatures rise and the sun shows his face, they burst from their buds and greet the world.
They don’t worry about what might await them. They take the chance. They open up. And what they give is only beauty.
Aspiring writer. Librarian. All-around nerd. My blog Word-Maleerie comes from the word "whigmaleerie," which means a whim or notion. So my blog's topic? Whims/notions about words. I write stories, novels, poetry, plays, observations, columns--you name it. I've always loved words and now I'm trying to make my dream to be an author come true.
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