Wishes and Stars

Growing up and growing cynical...

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Thanks for the memory of first love…

The autumn breeze and orange leaves, the melody of the broken crunch beneath the feet, sunset trees swinging in the wind, the music of the autumnal birds... I remember it, still, the magic in the winds... The spell put upon the air... Thanks for that memory of first love.

#Fire and Ashes

They say there is no ashes without a raging fire. Even hoy firefighters say so. And whenever I find the ashes, I dig deep to find the cause of the fire. The accelerant. The point of contact. My friend D says you don’t need to find the cause, you just have to imagine the big,…