simple stories of a collection of little lives... all woven into one larger story and lived each day at a time... the feeling of the cool breeze on my face, and the wind ruffling my unruly hair...the story of watching the sun set over a green hill, beside a dark lake...reflections of moments on a bench, with our fingers entwined into each other's...the feeling of a lump in my throat as my children hold on to my hand on a rough patch on the road...or... of falling in love...all over again...
Thursday, November 1, 2012
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Loneliness Celebrated
The lonely day is now my friend a lonely sigh, gasping for sound a lonely tear to cool my face as the wheels of time, come a round. ...

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