Her home painted red: throbbing heart within a grove of trees, pulsing with mystery.
I sleep through the night On a bed of best intentions - Kissed by God.
let it unfold from your anxious grip release the corners lean into the landing
It’s so small yet like a candle a poem shines in a weary world.
How many times must we panic about "them" until we realize They are us?
my resolve is enough. my spirit rises in two small letters breathed deeply: no.
- Julie Ann
when people lead leaders follow said people in trees to those on the ground
Nothing happens when I don't try. Failure is not as certain as learning Something.
Those we muster precious energy to hate unwittingly drain the life out of us
Foxhole rumbles Bullets fly I shiver under flashing sky Clutching crumpled sepia tone Smiling…
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