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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...

fire. Blue. flame. In the night I roam In the darkness I seek Let me in let me in….come on little sheep….. I would not be alone for a...