It's not the destination, it's the walk to it...My journey into the writing world
Wednesday, January 18, 2023
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I wanted it to be a cardinal. Ruby feathers that spread from one side of the country to the other. When I looked int...
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Her heart danced. She was like light that sifted through time and swayed with thought Where to? She wondered No one to chas...
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Night of November 9, 1938, Germany, everything changes. I run to my window. There are people everywhere. What are they doing? Wait…I recog...
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When moonlight calls I’ll be there When the rain falls I’ll be there It’s not my duty, it’s my goal It’s not my fault, it’s ...