Archive for Category: Prose

Kinder Days

Some days are kind. You wake up and there is a sense of purpose, a sense of knowing where to go. You step out of bed and it doesn’t take the energy of Stones and Waterfalls to support your steps. These are the days when all your decisions feel...

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White windows

Life is like a candle, burning slowly and eerily through a long dark night. By the time it is daylight, it burns out.Candle has but only its own fire that burns with its very own fuel to keep the night lit. I have walked several roads in this life...

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