Hi, everyone. This is something new from me. It’s prose!
“But, where is your poetry?” you ask frightened, uncertain. It’s safe, no one stole it. It’s fine. 370 more words
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An incredible thing, time. A collective consciousness born from the harnessing of light and shadows, eventually giving way to pendulums and hour hands. Instilling invisible perimeters over our days and nights and defining them as two halves of a whole. 277 more words