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Noise proves nothing. Often a hen who has merely laid an egg cackles as if she laid an asteroid. ~ Mark Twain

A garden grows and no one knows all the secrets planted within.

She was always a mystery. Whatever her name, no one knows.

A ghost of guilt holds my hand.

The silence bled into deepest dark.

Nevermind if I get lost in leaving, and the winds drown out the sound of my voice.

This water is life, and I’m a daughter of rain.

"Still, like air, I rise." ~ Maya Angelou

My pen is a needle to thread the moon.

“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.” ~ Emily Dickinson