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So, bread and bethend, who are these people? And why write a blog? You’d think this would be an easy post, but as my anxiety bubbles up, I have to wonder if this is what’s causing it. Even though I have an entire blog about myself and my life, this …

Poetry: Pinpricks

Stars are pinpricks of heat and light that burn. We are desperate moths blind and lost, abandoned, Clear nights call to us, beckon us with a whisper, we can’t resist it the desperate pull. Stars are pinpricks of heat and light that burn, until we are turned away. Abandoned. r.l.w