I loved her like he loved her.

JOHNNY CASH WAS RIGHT-

By Amber GracePublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Love is just love.

Johnny cash was right

When he defined paradise

As coffee - with her

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Amber Grace

A Los Angeles transplant from Maine, Amber finds meaning through creativity. Amber makes art to better understand herself and others, and to expand on the things that make us all oh-so- human.

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