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  • Of The Last Sunset

    I keep wanting to use the pen, even when it seems like a pencil is the best medium. With a pencil, I can erase everything and start all over again without any trace, so long as I write with the lightest hand. “But what’s the point?” I ask. “My hands are small but they are…

  • Faith

    I’m riding on one end of the thread Are you there at the other? We may not see through the tangles But one day I hope we do, for sure I’m here, just here Hearing your voice, seeing your face from miles away You’re right, it sounds like fantasy And I’m looking forward to it…