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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...

In the distant she is radiant. In the distant she shines….blurry to you and me. She is the star in the dark. She leads, she is the...