April 2009
12 posts
Apr 28th
“Our deepest fear in not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are...”
– Marriane Williamson
Apr 25th
Morning
I can hear the wind wrapping itself around the telephone poles outside and the blackness pulling itself in, hiding under buildings and beneath old trees It’s too early in the morning for it to be considered late at night now I feel close to the lonely souls waking up to start their days, sleep still encrusted in their eyes and tangled in strands of pressed hair The sun hasn’t yet come...
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