I'm holding onto a book that doesn't belong to me.I've read its pages a thousand times but failed to seeThe words on the page no longer meant for me.Its title was hope, the author, my fantasy mind.The main character never caused any harm.His words were ge...
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Humility Stories
I fancied myself a man of words, A spinner of yarns and dreamer of tales. It seems my place is at the back of the herd, Rowing my boat while others have sails. Ravenspearl writes of love and loss, Her storms assail you as they blow across. Entangled_Fate...
The Four Seasons--Winter
an event from Hal's winter enters his dreamsBy Autumn Writer © Copyright 2008, 2010 Chapter 4: Winter My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. Song of Solomon 2:10-11 November 1993 Martha and Hal sat in...