When dreaming of a beach One must be more specific There is beauty in ice sculptures, black rotten leaves, dark sand granules, and zebra mussel…
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Spending so much time alone the last decade, both physically and mentally has prepared me for these horrible days of uncertainty. That’s not to say…
Leave a CommentThere is a number, a precise hour, minute, second between the sun’s revolving door and the moon’s sparkly shine when the world grows quiet and…
Leave a Comment“Burn me with the brush and indifference; scatter my ashes to the wind under the prettiest summer’s eve and her blazing, pink sun.” – Jacqueline…
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