Living at the edge of CHAOS!

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

just messing around dreams in graphite on paper just sketching horses begins white on black dreaming colors not…

I have not fallen, for that would be too easy. To blame someone or something else. However, I…

It was a kind of magicWhen hope springs eternal before dying in the colors of autumnFor the magic…

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To every single person who has stood up and fought for our freedom. Your service and sacrifice is…

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