Broken Pieces
I’m broken. I accept the pieces that make up me. I have all the pieces, most of the time. Some are burnt, some chipped, some shine with minimal of rubs and they all fit together.
I’m broken. I accept the pieces that make up me. I have all the pieces, most of the time. Some are burnt, some chipped, some shine with minimal of rubs and they all fit together.
The words we use are important, one twist of a spelling, changes a meaning, a thought, what we are trying to convey. Welcome to the Word of the day: Replenish – Verb, to fill. Noun, replenisher. Origins: late Middle English (in the sense ‘supply abundantly’): from Old French repleniss-, lengthened stem of replenir, from re- […]
I’m broken. I accept the pieces that make up me. I have all the pieces, most of the time. Some are burnt, some chipped, some shine with minimal of rubs and they all fit together.
The words we use are important, one twist of a spelling, changes a meaning, a thought, what we are trying to convey. Welcome to the