“passion that declines …”
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Forlorn echoes
of the wind…
What do you do?
When you are…
In the orbit
To touch you…
The act of decompressing
the poison that masquerades…
In case you forgot – words for my cousins.
The sun shines…
Those Baptismal ruminations
In the seconds prior to taking this picture in the Frederick, Maryland historic district, a cornucopia of thoughts ran through my mind. Those metaphors of baptism. The fear of swimming in – the uncertainty of our steps. Our desire to be cleansed of what would defile us and sweep us away in the proverbial currentContinue reading “Those Baptismal ruminations “
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