

I Remember LifeSome say autumn is death, old age cradled in dark arms, but I know autumn is light and color and happy innocence.I Remember Life
Leaves scratch their way across dusk-clouded pavement, and they whisper of childhoods passed: "remember, remember."
Carefree, glorious colors
rain down on me as
memories flutter back- A young girl bathing in
crimson and gold.
Rubies paint her cheeks in flushed happiness, wind-whipped chill and tousled hair.
Jumping and diving and burrowing through the leaves as evening sun burns heatless
Halloween

Open BookYou say I never open up to you, but I'm more open now than I've ever been. You just won't read me.Open Book
I lay on the coffee table, abandoned and dust-covered, just hoping to be plucked up, waiting to be held and deciphered.
It takes two, you know: compliant book and willing reader. I'm laying exposed now--spine pinned with delicate pages rustling in the draft, reaching, begging for understanding.
I've done my part. Give me a voice. Read my lines, deep between my lines. Sift through black and white to grasp the polychromatic lifetime
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myself and my
My Gallery
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"komm, geh mit mir"
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Hear lit tweet here
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"komm, geh mit mir"
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Bazzin'!
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"komm, geh mit mir"
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Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness.
- Mark Twain
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Everybody was dancing in the moonlight!
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"komm, geh mit mir"
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