.....a wordy, visual , narrative... as seen thru your eyes and mine.....
"One ought only to write when one leaves a piece of one's own flesh in the inkpot, each time one dips one's pen." Leo Tolstoy
like shards of glass, on the broken, uneven pavement that we call life...
some emotions are just too jagged,, too sharp,, too cutting,, too raw to keep to yourself..........
Posted by paisley at 10:30 AM
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