Stumbling in the Dark

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

Please note: This is the beginning of a series of posts where I will work my way through…

Flowing crimson red, the night carries her tenderly, across the dark abyss. Through the centuries, legends are made…

With the Super Bowl almost upon us I still am not sure who to root for. Growing up…

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