When he left … August 16, 2020. Wrote this on the eve of my birthday the same year. His absence.
Aug 15, 2022
1 min
Stealing into a forsaken room. Wee hours in the morning , birds, stars and memories.
Mar 10, 2022
1 min
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Slow stories and poems. Dedicated to looking inwards, to respect what’s here, to loving your now. In this moment and moving on. Let’s slow down a little bit.