So many things I would have said;. Shadows and whispers of a daydreaming sentient. Reconstructing a moment, touching deep solace, trusting the process. A feeling, a healing, an accomplishment. If I could paint the vision;. If I could sing the prisms;. If I could plant the gardens, raise the children,. 8220;Is it real? .

What do you see? August 3, 2015. When you look at me, what do you see? Do you see the girl I used to be? Do you see the strength you gave to me? Do you see the spirit you inspired to be free? What do you see when you look at me? You say gorgeous but I disagree. I see a stronger more capable me. A woman who inspires others to be free. You, you gave that to me. You are the reflection that I see. Use on me your weapon of choice.

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Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori. BY VALENTYNA HOLLOWAY Slowly the arm of Winter creeps along the grass, the frosted flowers shivering in the chill before the powdered coloured dawn. The trees begin to dance, their bareness. This Is The After Of Our Before. Soft kisses drawn across still quaking. Flesh, heartbeats tangled in the subsiding. This is the after of our before. Hands slipping together, fingertips mingling like.

The Home of Bilious Inadequates, Vile Ignoramuses and Social Media Zealots. Hales too returns to the side, with none of the criticism that Morgan received, but with the same degree of media pressure to perform having taken the same decision. The Outside Cricket 2017 Predictions.

The desires of the heart and soul expressed through words. The Meaning of it All. The Forgotton Spots by Sheila Hall. He sits across from me, staring out the window in contemplative silence. The café may be bustling around us but our tiny bubble is undisturbed, leaving me time to observe the gift in front of me without reproach. The sounds as he breathes when lost deep within his dreams.

A view of English Cricket from beyond the ground. The Battle of the Dereks.