The Lost

Life isnâ€™t a year from now, an hour from now, or even a minute from now. It is…

Its high noon. Sun blazing. You awake in a field and birds are pecking your skin… an erratic…

How do I make sense of this? It leaves me breathless. As I stare into the dark abyss….

Do you live with a passion allowing the colors of your life to shine outward, touching and impacting…

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