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Sure enough it's all a dream. But it's my dream. And I do believe, contrary to popular opinion, there are times, when one holds the...

“they’re waiting cameras in hand”, said the elm to the maple. “ feel their longing for the grand color reveal”? but what if? what if this...

I lay unplugged, in what I can only describe as paradise. The sky was almost cloudless, except for one, billowy puff every now and then,...

The Return Her soft sepia carpet, with sundrenched pine needles received my foot steps into the bosom of her soul. many years have passed...

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...

She lived in the woods, and still does for that matter, thankfully, some things don’t change. The following is just one of the many...

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

the years have passed, memories of my mother are spread across the floor like colorful pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. i have put them...

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

What do you hold sacred what brings you home, pulling you gently allowing for the pause the moment of silence, that space where you bow...