My eyes translate light into signals for my Cerebrum.
I can see.
My ears take in beautiful waves of sound.
I can hear.
My touch carries sensations and vibrations.
I can feel energy.
My nose can obtain aromas that can trigger my memory.
I can smell.
My tongue has savored the bitter, and the sweet.
I can taste.-AK
About the Creator
Adrianne Kirksey
"TURN YOUR PAIN INTO PAPER"
I am just a young grandmother with an old soul.
My goal is to create generational wealth for my family by doing something I love!
Victor's Daughter- AK
"The Writer of all Wrongs"
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