Written by Hand

The great wind from wings that she grew, caught in my heart as our fingers withdrew.

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Temporary Blindness

Some instincts were created as part of a defense mechanism and they are no longer needed but they are still there laying low beneath the surface of your smile.

Let the trees speak

This tall and handsome tree started my love affair with all trees of the forest. It is a place where I find tranquility and peace to recenter my soul when the world becomes filled with chaotic and hurtful noise.

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