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A Summer Memory He escorted her down the brief incline of small rocks The sun shone upon her now weathered arms, And though her footing...

Time is running out, so I’ll get right to the point. But after that, I cannot guarantee a direct course through my story. I always...

notes from a journal almost completed You were birthed from Light and Love, yet your physical beginnings may not reflect this. So when...

the naked truth lies beneath the props of make up and fine clothes it touches not, the well sculpted muscles, nor the plasticity of ...

my home is not orderly, not traditionally speaking that is. I do not mind a certain amount of clutter, but somethings, a few seemingly...