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I write when I feel lost, when I am found, when there is nothing else I can do.  There is a voice in my head from time to time that makes...

She began to wake up, one Sunday morning, feeling for him somewhere in their king sized bed.  Her eyes still closed, trying to find the...

He was but a boy in a land unknown He did not want to go back As the darkness reached the edge of the woods He felt safer there not...