• Absence

    A passing moment of peace, a second of serendipity. No noises, only the peepers and a gentle pressure from the waves… Read more

  • Tainted Muses

    The stench of cigarettes is entwined in the fibers of my being, you left it there among other things. Woven… Read more

  • The sadness always hits mid day mid stride a sucker punch of ice wind barreling down a hillside. Hikers call… Read more

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