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The Colors of the Spirit
a blowing wind swirls endlessly in perfect harmony with the rhythm of our repeated sins an unrelenting rain…
Out of the Dark
Why is it so hard for us to step into our destiny? To stop hiding and drifting through…
Love is Her… – Guest post by Max Smith
Love is the knowing look across the room Love is the touch of her skin to yours Love…
Sometimes love is ‘Saying Nothing’
Comes a reckoning, he thought. You drain me of everything inside. Then fill me before walking away. Saying…
Shadows
Shadows Where we often hide Shadows Where our fears reside Shadows Where the dark lives inside Light…