the interlude … … …
a wasted breath, numbing the core, lost in echoes of desolation, pain that has stung many times before.
[ interlude ]
pain must recede, as it does, night gives way to dawn, peace trickles in, just, and continue on we must … … …
life is like the tides good and bad day and night … love the painting
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my dear friend , please email me your cell number – lost my phone a few weeks ago
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