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I write when I feel lost, when I am found, when there is nothing else I can do.  There is a voice in my head from time to time that makes...

She began to wake up, one Sunday morning, feeling for him somewhere in their king sized bed.  Her eyes still closed, trying to find the...

That I love being lost in a picture…the kind of picture that makes you wonder. Where is this place? How was it light? What was the f...

That I love being lost in a picture…the kind of picture that makes you wonder. Where is this place? How was it light? What was the f...