Writing, Travel, and Life. How could I have? To forget such a thing. Duke stood in a daze over the assortment of bones, his mind still reeling from the remembrance. It felt like but a moment since the bones had first found this home, and yet now, some two years later, he recalled,. What time had since been spent, what deeds he had since wrought, what other. He had since formed of these pearls of white.

On A poem of sorts. On A poem of sorts. On A poem of sorts. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Oh to blog out my thoughts in a poem of sorts. Hide people with animals, feelings with symbolism. To complete strangers who wouldnt know or understand the meaning. Sadly most of the people who read my blog.

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