A watchful pot never boils...
and an expected phone call never rings.
Caught halfway
between what was
and what could be,
we wait
like horses bucking
behind a starting gate
thoroughly encased in ice.
Catching up...
I've been incommunicado here, letting my non-verbal side do the talking for a little while. I took up the 31-day Inktober challenge this...
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Awareness in itself is healing. ~Fritz Pearls
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The percussion of automatic gunfire rings loud a year later rippling like a stone thrown in still waters as a surviving child drops cau...
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