Distant Shore
Sailboat in Fog If I can’t find yesterday, how can I find today? While quietly napping, dreaming about distant lands, the fog rolled in across...
Sailboat in Fog If I can’t find yesterday, how can I find today? While quietly napping, dreaming about distant lands, the fog rolled in across...
We are limited in our limitless quest, for answers we seek to windswept questions, kept airborne by our living breath. They move and dart beyond...
Picture Me Picture me, ripped and torn, in a pile of pieces. Thin paper torn randomly, in a moment of lost focus. Put back together...
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