Her hair blows softly like the wind
Against my skin so welcoming...

within the s l o w
sleepless, cog of night...

Cheese
a squirrel holding his...

Climbing up she floats now towards
Yellow barley fields swaying in harmony...

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Retell my tarnished mirror, please retell...

Veiled Hands
A tired walnut frame sits on a mantelpiece; an...

Condensation mists and covers the cold window...
With one outstretched and child inspired...

Nature awaking
to the pitter pattering...

a tsunami of
hope and fear Crush down on the...

Marching on Congress
Confirmed a widely held view...

a grief tsunami
swirled around Notre-Dame’s spire...

Drop of life...
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