The voices arrived from within a deep, hidden recess and continued upon their appointed path, surging through the free flowing ink without a blot. LPL, SBear
Flowing through our tumbler of time .Decartes empty illusory matter providing substance in words. Nice
@CottonJones ~~Pretty heavy pre-sleep thoughts you have there Olan!!! lol Great job!
cus you are a very talented young man to bad it missed my side of the family . A thoughtful and interesting poem i liked it allot well done huggs Marie
A very well written and thought out story. You have a brillant tallent. You also inspire me.
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