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My stories

When we are living in the void of heaven

When we are living in the void of heaven, all definitions will have changed and died. There are no questions. What there once has been is but a dream in an outlasting night. We are the atoms gleaming throughout space

The Story of Yorinde

The Story of Yorinde Pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses understanding (Kahlil Gibran) For baby Yorinde, my second daughter, energy was a byword. Her sparkling black cherry eyes, her dimpled smile
Cherry

You will find

You will find my house of memories hiding behind hedges of longing. Lights in the hallways of love invite to the inner rooms. There are still splashes of dream foam holding on to the old bath tub;

The Ghosts who pined for kisses

to the memory of the pale sisters Else and Amanda

Lost in the misty heavens

Lost in the misty heavens of my life I stand in wonder: oh the stars, the moon, the ebb and flow of tides, sun's rise and its so sure descend! So soon I will go on as well. Left only time of silence where the swell

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