I can hear her. On the nights The wind screams through the trees And the waves crash In rhythmic chaos On the shore. When night is darkest And bejeweled skies Tell no secrets.
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Longing
“What is pride, if we can have love shown to us instead?” I exhaled as I heard someone speak those words on a podcast. My pride is in my ability to do everything alone and not to need anyone.
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Taking My Place.
We arrived a bit late for dinner at the Naples Ritz- Carlton ballroom for a Serge Missions Fundraiser.
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