Last week I wrote about going through some old work and coming across work that had been lost in my memory, work that I seemed to recognize but couldn’t quite remember the how or why of it. 315 more words
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What are we when we are alone? Some, when they are alone, cease to exist.
I was contacted by another author for use of one of my images for inclusion in his upcoming book. 498 more words