Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly
to be fearful of the night.
Sara Williams (excerpt)
"Maybe if we reinvent whatever our lives give us we find poems." --Naomi Shihab Nye
Someone was always leaving and never coming back. The wooden houses wait like old wives along this road; they are everywhere, abandoned, l...
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