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A first time goes for everything, so meeting someone for the first time after a decade of information from a couple of conversations we’re both feeling confident. She explains she needs to perform a lynch pin ritual, not exactly sure what this means the curiosity was more than enough what started with an innocent look…

Anonymous in a line putting words on a screen I watch her balance all the little things. With rain making everything all clean and spotless everyone guards against the supposed cold weather and all the little things. Yesterday, a family friend spent his last day here on earth and all we want to know are…

With the biggest dreams ever conceived, attention comes and floods the streets. Everyone has to have a piece whatever it was, you were giving away. Maybe it’s because your clothes will be changing hands or the simple fact, they used to be yours. Those expensive jackets you just leave there on your bedroom floor. Clutter…

These are the days we share, and in everyone, we find our someone. Looking through a, ‘Lost and Found’ we’re reminded, these used items used to be someones gift. Yesterday, and against all the rest, it was starting to look like the rain, wasn’t going to stop, but instead, we were able to hold hands…