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Dear Weaver,
It is time to say goodbye- just for
now- I promise. Maybe someday we shall meet again in this unforeseen
revolving earth. Your sp..
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Dear Weaver,
Cheyenne is altering as much as the
leaves of the maple tree in front of the Briony Bistro. Admiring the
scenery of the coming..
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Dear Weaver,
The chills that dropped from the
arctic sky formed into a solid winter freeze, dropping to a
temperature of -25 degrees Fahrenhei..
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Weaver: Good. I am finally sedated enough. But how much is enough really? I have had enough. My collection of Percocet and Klonopin should get me thro..
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Dear Weaver, Spring time is peeking through the brightest clouds of the northern hemisphere. I could hear the birds of the summer chanting as they fly..
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What a funny thing it is when words simply come to life, although I deserve nothing good. I have more stories behind these pages to tell and if you w..
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Dear William, Who gives as s**t about the holidays, who gives a s**t about me? Junkies, homeless people, punks, hippies, everyone is selfish and they ..
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A rag doll coming to life. Augustine spills her heart out to William from her darkest place to her most positive views.
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The Sea of Sorrow
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Crow's Honor- as the crows had become the maid.
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