I find you sometimes, like a dried wildflower pressed between the pages of memory.
— John Mark Green
What is it that makes memories arise? A song, a scent, reasons unknown...
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The way our fingers intertwine feels so natural and right . . . This little romantic love poem can be found in The Light You Need II: Roman... -
Welcome to my author blog, where you can find out more about my poetry, fiction, and upcoming books releases. "Go Stand Small Beneath ... -
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What you went through does not define you. The light inside of you is stronger than the darkness you endured. You are a victor, not a victim...
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