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November sun spreads across a grave fresh dirt and a hole like a gaping wound filled with sunshine on a crisp autumn day the feeling of decay eat..

We fill the dark hours with mindless chat not wanting to remember all things past where we come from, pain we’ve known all the time pushing..

To wake from a dream and lie so still afraid to move to breathe What does it mean to dream of marshes long black coats and icy waters To d..

Scenic overlook the whole forest lit gold

I search the eyes in the old mirror hoping for a glimpse of who I was need hangs over me like worry the image looking back at me is of a ghost ..

I wish to write no more about longing, sadness death or crushing grief I pen words on bits of paper sending tearful shivering ..

Today I awoke to the sound of rain much to wet to work in the garden Carried out simple tasks like making coffee Ambled into the studio it f..

I have decided to get out and take a class Figure drawing fit into my busy schedule first class this past week Twelve students mixed gend..

Into the unknown in hushed voices it’s whispered it’s the cowards way out and selfish they should have stayed work..

Why not just accept why say things you have no way of knowing How can one really know what’s in another’s mind Our friend g..