That Place In My Mind...

   As Time flows, those things that were once sure and sound are broken and torn. 
   We are never what we once were, are always moving towards what must be.
   But the ornament that falls from the tree is somehow able to throw more light with its pieces than the whole ever could while firm on the branch.
   We are tempered in adversity and our souls cry out, the desire to share what we have become all consuming.


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   Please treat us gently ;-)

To Each a Beginning

   I'm here alone, with nothing, but the crickets... :)
   *chirp* *chirp*