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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...

Nature is always romantic in every one of  her whispers. She blooms in the spring Shines in the Summer Hides in the fall and poetically...