An island much? Haven’t you heard? No man is an island. Try harder. It’s easier isn’t it? Maybe. Otherwise it’s work. Isn’t it? Understood. It’s walls. Walls have been erected. Walls to cover up. Walls to hide behind. Past wounds are pulsing. Pulsing loudly in your ear. They are dictating. Oh, they are so loud. You askedContinue reading “The Island”
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Life Passages XXII – It Runs Deep
“What about this one?” Samantha pointed to a bright fuchsia dress with thick straps that wrapped over the front, with an uneven hem. 1-2-3-4—15 seconds later, Samantha still heard no response. She turned her head in the opposite direction to face Madeleine and noted her gapped mouth, matching her wide-set stare. “What. What is it? You don’t like it?” rolledContinue reading “Life Passages XXII – It Runs Deep”