Dear Annie,

In the vast expanse of time and space,
Where destiny weaves its intricate lace,
I pen this poem to your younger self,
To whisper secrets of wisdom and wealth.

Know, dear Annie, you were meant for more,
Destined to soar, to explore and adore,
Every twist and turn, every rise and fall,
Was but a stepping stone, part of it all.

In the…read more