All in diary

Night

Have you ever sat waiting for the rain? Your eyes perched on the window, assessing each darkening cloud, awaiting the heaviness in the air. 

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My feet leading me to that place where earth and water collide and the moon comes out to watch over them; stilling the ocean so the earth can kiss it just so.

The Uncounted

There are many of us who have learned to forget to remember. To speak with mouths closed, burying the resurrections of the past.