Writing

Taunton Was and is still My barnacled and crusty sea; A shore of salty boulders white washed ..

there's a sadness in the backdrop to the stars tonight;a wetness in the paint �" something less finished than i’d like.the stars, at..

Leaves must turn towards the colour of rust- Find joy beginning the end.

My best friend is in the grade below me and I am having to cope with the fact that she won't be with me my freshman year

A day in the life, adjusting to changes.

“Time” As days turn into months And months turn into years Memories fade And time keeps on passing As eyes los..

What is it like to feel unmatched and broken. One persons soul search for truth, herself and love.

My favorite time of the day Falls between evening and night When the mountains are but silhouettes And the stars begin twinkling bright. ..

As I was driving home, I passed a tree that made me see our fall is here. It was the color of a ripe peach.

From "Portraits" - a main character about to cross a threshold.

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