The Only Way Out is In

Dim lightening, scents from foreign deserts, Smoke gifted with cleansing informal truth. I spent years in the basement cultivating the pull to recovery. Until I heard the urgent whisper,  “Come into the shadows my love, its time to begin.” It’s not that I abandoned the ambience of the rayless cove. Sometimes the soul needs what... Continue Reading →

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