Someone I loved once said, “make beautiful memories.” When it comes down to it, our memories with loved ones sustain and wrap us when we’re numb. Like an internal compass, memories guide us home. We’re in this game of life, together.

To family, followers, and friends, near and far, I am grateful for your presence and love, for the memories we’ve made or have yet to make.

Happy Thanksgiving. Raise a glass to us. x

amor fati

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Anna Watson

~ write like a painter

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