Branded


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As fall creeps into my life ending one more sunny season, I sadly put away these new precious memories and say good bye to my summer children. Maybe my senior years will find me with grown cowboys, pirates, princesses and maidens who come to call in person and to sip on teas as we revel an afternoon or two together in summer time memories. With a tug of my heart and a tear in my eye, I move on to new challenges and new beginnings. I will miss my life as it has been these last few years. I will miss the children who gave their summers to me.  Good bye fair maidens and mischievous little men, follow your imaginations, be true and brave and let not a soul dampen your dreams.

~Sara Jane Rauch~ 08/20/2018

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Mo
    Aug 21, 2018 @ 08:32:35

    I love this so much Sara…you pulled me in to walk down your path of memories. So much love here! You are blessed to walk a path where you can smell the flowers along the way. Keep writing.

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  2. nancybuening
    Aug 21, 2018 @ 10:36:47

    Sara I have always enjoyed your writings. I hope one day I will be reading a book that you had published. I will miss your Facebook post of your experiences with the summer camp kids. Please consider the book you are one talented lady. Take the advice you have given to the children to heart because there is a writer inside you that is ready to be unleashed!! (Last sentence of your post) Love you my friend!!!

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