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Truth has neither color shape nor form of any kind; fact is the exact details of what appears and what lies beneath the surface. Truth burns clearly in our hearts like a beacon, calling us,... More »
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Who reads the meanings from an empty page, Finds the story in a vacant window Walks alone on a tide swept winter beach? I want to tell you that the wind knows And this knowledge... More »
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Who reads the meanings from an empty page, Finds the story in a vacant window, Walks alone on a tide swept winter beach? I want to tell you that the wind knows, And this knowledge... More »
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I found this shell, a fragment on the sand; A poets perfect spiral cracked by time, Crushed by tides, abandoned on the shore. The gulls were done with what had lived within. The striped shell... More »
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