Daily Archives: April 27, 2014

All writing is personal

I wrote my last post a while ago, perhaps a very long time ago. It may have been written on my heart, or with my heart’s blood. Either way it’s personal. I wrote it for myself, remembering my truth. I … Continue reading

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To you

I don’t know if you are real. Or perhaps I don’t know how real you are. We have not met. But it’s always been my hope that one day we will. I’ve always believed that you would find me before … Continue reading

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