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A wash of dark ink spilled across sky then dripped from the corners of his eye.

Letting go while holding on.

Life Goes On

I stand on the edge of a moon-lit night blowing starlight kisses forever bright.

A nation divided cannot unite against a government of tyranny.

I sprinkle a handful of flour dust, casting my spirit like an ingénue.

November 13, 2015

The storm in her eyes arrests my soul...

Books are a doorway to worlds never seen and a solace and strength to shy shattered girls.

There is no end to me but for the end that might come tomorrow.