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The water

June 11, 2016

The water throwing back the reflection

of a past dusty and bitter tasting

still very alive in the being of yourself

Hiding in the dense foliage of your fears or stepping out on the bridge of rebirth

Where the air is fresh and carries the scent of brightness

and relief.Jun...

March 23, 2016

The Breeze blew stronger than usual. It was a dull, grey day and the heavy slate tinted clouds were hanging deep over the wild foaming sea.

The soft rain stung in her weathered face and she tightened the hood of her jacket around her head.

It was like the cold ocean in...

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