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on the day i was born…

On the day I was born I was loved. But life has a tendency to get in the way of…
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Memory

Experiential reality crumbles under the unbearable weight of memory
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Owls on Dark Branches

The Owls are quietly collapsing potentialities in the woodland dark. until there is only the halo of the Moon in…
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The Slow Hand of Winter

The slow hand of winter reaches over the landscape- crystallizing nature’s thoughts as she moves beneath the surface The slow…