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In the place of a loved memory lives another photo. She picked up the small photo frame that once sat on her windowsill; it belonged in front of a flowerbed of lavender, rosemary and honey bees. She gazed at the photo lovingly, but expressed a hint of melancholy in her smile. It was merely anContinueContinue reading “Placeholder”

Drifter

She is like a fire in a storm, Her flame is small but burns With desire for more than this – Whatever this is. Is there anybody out there? Faces welcome her to join in And play with new personas, But they always say goodbye And never say hello. She moves from person to person,ContinueContinue reading “Drifter”