The words have left. The muse sleeps. A seed waits for spring.
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The words have left. The muse sleeps. A seed waits for spring.
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.
Healing, Transformation and Growth
reading, ranting and reviewing
Author / Activist / Healer
In search of spirituality
INSPIRING WRITERS WORLDWIDE
Words To Think On
Welcome to a blog about our outdoor experiences.
Poetry 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
Author/Blogger
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