Honest to Night
When it’s silent. Save for the sound of wind. The distant crickets. The faint whoosh of occasional traffic. It’s mildly sweeter when the wheels pass over damp asphalt, that slight […]
Words direct from my heart
When it’s silent. Save for the sound of wind. The distant crickets. The faint whoosh of occasional traffic. It’s mildly sweeter when the wheels pass over damp asphalt, that slight […]
Not just for food. Hungry for attention, hungry for love, hungry for guidance, hungry for forgiveness, hungry for acceptance. And it seems my prayer mat is hungry for my fervent […]
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