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It was a kind of magicWhen hope springs eternal before dying in the colors of autumnFor the magic…
Wordless Wednesday – #33
I posted the poem below in black text yesterday morning in a flurry of free-writing in the midst…
It was a kind of magicWhen hope springs eternal before dying in the colors of autumnFor the magic…
There is a freedom when the tires are rolling over dirt and the only sound you hear is…
