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You would not overthink me You would not underestimate me I do enough of both for each of us I am potential Wound like a mainspring So tightly th..

I wander through doorways ensnared in a cloud of pewter-toned chaos; and, staring above the glare outside the windows, I see the same misty tones. ..

If love be the gauge by which time measures success the hands of the clock have frozen having bled and pooled at the bottom of life's page. Hope ..

Things aren't always as they seem...

By way of explanation of why I've been gone, and what I've been doing. This is not so much a story, as a letter to a loved one.

...are we really using our senses to their fullest capacities?

Linda Crawford Ortiz Writing