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The Picture Wall

I stepped back and looked at the beautiful arrangements of memories that created a composition-a complete and beautiful composition of a life well lived- A life I longed for. As I ran my hand over the guilted frame, I’m transported. I dove into the swimming blue eyes staring back at me. I swam around buoyantly… Read More The Picture Wall

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On Writing…

The blank page staring back at me-formidable, daunting, frightening even. Words in my head-haunting like old disgruntled ghosts until they makes their way onto the page. But in a way there is no choice in the matter. It beckon’s with an intensity of an illicit lover, an insatiable thirst that must be quenched. Writing has… Read More On Writing…