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The howling wind The hoot of an owl Insist they open their senses Slipping about in the dark Embracing childlike Continue reading
The howling wind The hoot of an owl Insist they open their senses Slipping about in the dark Embracing childlike Continue reading
Is it extravagant to hope for dignity Gifts wrapped in bows but no one gives you affinity You’re still there Continue reading
A wasp has made a home inside the rotten potato I wasn’t happy about it to start with, but now Continue reading
These are some writers and artists that I have discovered within the WordPress community that I recommend checking out. Continue reading
Behind closed doors Hotter than an oven outside Hotter than a pressure cooker inside of him He moved back in Continue reading
I have fond childhood memories of Gloucester Boating Lake. I remember long summer days on board a rowing boat with Continue reading