Main Street. Empty. I go to the desert.
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Main Street. Empty. I go to the desert.
The Home Of T-Bird From The Dork Web.
We are all just babes in the woods.
A deaf person who has been pleasantly stuck in a dimension between dream and reality, where my sign language turns into written poems.
reading, ranting and reviewing
Author / Activist / Healer
In search of spirituality
Words To Think On
Welcome to a blog about our outdoor experiences.
Written by Katrina Cain
poetry/poem, essays, writing everything I adore or not so:-)
As I navigate through this life ...
Live A Visible Life Whatever Your Health
A Storyteller’s Dream
Literary Pasta, made with aromatic earnestness , served by an overthinking mind.
journeys of the mind and body
Blogger/Vlogger/Writer
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So apt to these times and I love that solemn imagery. It’s saddening how everything is abandoned—it drains the life out of everything.
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Yes it certainly does. This one came to me last night as I was going to sleep. Thanks for you comment.
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