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At sunset she woke, Alexandra, At last clothed in mourning black, while daylight bled away behind the world Pearls circled her throat like captured moons,and a red stone rested at her breast a quiet, polished promise of the blood she craved She was the vampire queen,merciful only in the way night can be merciful:gentle to… Read more
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The photographer catches the sunlight resting inside a dandelion’s crown, each seed a little star, each fine filament holding the morning’s promise or the last golden breath of evening The poet sees it, too: the hollow stem rising faithfully from the earth, the green leaves gathered low beneath it, the flower lifting its bright face… Read more
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It was an ordinary Louisiana day, the kind that begins quietly beneath a broad blue sky. We moved gently through our work, putting things in place, gathering what was needed, and sharing the small moments that make a day feel full. A soft breeze moved through the air, carrying the sweetness of honeysuckle and the… Read more
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She is an earthly queen wrapped in shadow and silk, possibly a witch, possibly a vampire, possibly something older and more powerful than either There is something in her presence that feels ancient, untamed, almost holy as though she carries the light, yet darkness shines withinShe is a protector, though she does not always announce… Read more
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The house no longer holds their presence, their spot at the kitchen table, and the chair in the corner is empty, the fragrance of that person is now gone The hospital bed, along with hearts and lives are empty, and thusly a piece of the lives that loved them passes too We have memories, strong… Read more
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Words and phrases are not just sounds rolling off our tongues. It is seed, fire, and a hammer. Depending on how we use it, it can grow a field, warm a home, or burn down something that took years to build. We have become too comfortable saying, “I was just joking,” “That’s just how I… Read more
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She counted the days, the hours, the weeks, the months, perhaps even the yearsShe sat before the mirror, studying her own reflection, yet the happiness she had expected was nowhere to be found. The joy, the esteem, the glory, the honor; none of it stirred within her. As a bride to be, she felt only… Read more
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After hearing Carly Paoli sing “Amazing Grace,”I am convinced it stands among the most beautiful songs ever sung Her other music, too, is lovely, heartwarming, soulful, and deeply touching, tear creating, warmth and love. Yet to hear her voice rise in song of the God of glory is something truly special Her voice carries silver… Read more
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The wind, the waves, the gulls;they all know who she is.The ships along the shore, the vessels in the harbor, all fall silent in awe They watch her, but dare not disturb her, at her presence, they bow in reverence She is the oneShe is the trueShe is keeper of the wind and sea,the thrill… Read more
Seeing through the eyes of others 