Angelia McKee


Biography of Angelia McKee

Picturesque scenes of the hills of Kentucky come to mind, wandering aimlessly around in the abundant wooded areas, the beauty of autumn leaves turning into a plethora of color, and falling from their moorings to land softly upon the ground. The winters can be harsh, but are gentle compared to what some must endure.
Spring leaps in so quickly, that on occasion, there is no warning and the only way to realize spring has arrived is the blazing blooms surrounding a person. In summer, the heat becomes rather oppressive, but can be drowned away at the many beaches, though artificially made they may be. Sandcastles and beach attire abound.
There is something about this place, something that supercedes all others and in time calls for a certain amount of devotion. Something in this place fits nicely with my soul.

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In Time

In time, today will seem like a dream.
In time, things will be less formidable than they seem.
In time, I'll be able to see exactly what everything means to me.
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I will wake one day to see the sun shining.
Of course I will, it must stop raining.
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I will walk with rhythm and sway.
Of course I will, this pain cannot stay.

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