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Writing in a Dead World. Writing in a Dead World. Deleting the Best Part of You. A Fiction Writers Journey to Reality. Visit my Amazon Author Page or Click Covers. Winner of the 2014 International Book Award. You and Me Against the World. Book One of The Creepers Saga. Book Two of the Creepers Saga.
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Things to Say, or The Beginning of a New Journey. No, just because they came from my mouth meant nothi.
Keeps inside all that is me. Is it this what life is doing? All you see passes trough life. Before you could even see it,. Trough life the air that you are breathing. For you starts to have a meaning.
How easy it would be to simply fight. If we had nothing to lose. If we were granted the privilege. To fight for what we choose. If the color of our flesh. Was not a security threat. And the pipelines of progress. Were not merely an illusion. In this climate of fear. When we must remove our hijabs. When we risk our lives. For the promise of a fair share. Only to work under shadows. For no benefits or healthcare. Or have war zones to flee.
One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple. 8211; Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums.