The Lost

“Do you think she hates me?” “With a passion.” “Do you think it’s the hat?” “No” “A lot…

Sometimes the words fade… ~Mark Wayne, chapter 17, Page 149 This chapter was not only one of, but…

“Be concerned, but do not worry.” It is our role to be ever vigilant, prepared and ready for…

she comes out of the dark on a crescent moonlit night flowing mane like the golden rays of…

Hot sand clings to my face A scorching wind blows unceasingly As dry as this forgotten land Dusty…

With the lock downs and stay at home orders over the recent months it has been a while…

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