soak up life’s little pleasures,
they are fleeting
Pleasures
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Silence
it was a morning filled with fog
and a blanket of silence
Mist
the passing years haunt her,
cling to her heart–
like mist on a web
things to collect
old bottles
wishes
tea cups
and
words
creamers
marbles
and
thoughts
Dream
how could i have known that i would dream of you night after night?
Industrial Beauty
a different kind of beauty
One Look
it was one look, but it was everything
