Writing, passion, feeling

One writes because, as we teeter atop the precipice, back and forth, the wind threatening to blow us off, tossing us into the fragments of our lost dreams, taking our eyes, taking our ears faster than we can take a breath, it’s nice to have a blanket of words to pull around our shoulders and remind us of home.

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