Love, Poetry, waiting, Writing

I’m not the only one thinking this…

Not all words are meant for publication. Words like these that come at the urging of melatonin and a cup of chamomile tea usually find their way into my journal, but not onto my blog screen. Maybe these will. Who knows. Who knows how to navigate this long, strange corridor of a queen bed for… Continue reading I’m not the only one thinking this…

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