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wherever (t)here is

Wherever here is- Floating. Just floating.Trusting yourself. Toes up. Palms up.Calm yourself. Slow your breathing. Don’t tip.Not...

art after

I. Painting The ephemeral colors dancing on the horizonin a daring ballet of lavenders,not purple,and rust,...

a call at midnight

by phillip gillis Years ago, sitting by the phone anticipating a call-Waiting for the clock to roll...

Forever A Child of Christmas

By LaShaunda Callands Holidays are always merry for most.Aromatic smells of mahogany, cherry, and wood oakFill up...

Alight

By Michael Gray The leaves have come to turningchlorophyll emerald becomes burnt orange and crimson red, an...

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