Blame my Art #2

   Letter to You What's possible is to bet on being strangers again and cry upon deeds not yet done. But are we done with the bad deeds , the small pains that as sure as the sun rises will come back to haunt us.  What if we don't hold on and let those tiny …

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A Place of Broken Beauty [Part I]

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.       Confucius In that moment, he only saw his reflection shrink into nothingness. How at first everything seemed so small while she had been part of his life. Now the very tiniest part of his soul felt big. Big in a small way. Big but empty. He might …

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