She blew a whisper to the stars
And they echoed back their mysteries.
From her hair strands light prisms stood on end
And universes collided.
In all her wonder she knew,
Her breath meant either life,
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Listen to your inner self..it has all the answers..
Beautiful photos of hiking and other outdoor adventures.
Welcome To My Perfectly Imperfect World
Words of Wonder, Worry and Whimsy
We curse our scars when all they ever did was try to heal us.
"...but only in poetry can men be truly free. It was always thus and always thus will be."
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Welcome to Kate's blog
Conversations with Street People
"Eye Fly High"
"Where Business Meets Humanity"
Souls are as words are~ IN the beginning was the word~
The Web log of Dr. Joseph Suglia
This be the Word Smith soul vortex man.
So that I can live the life I want to, even if it's not real.