Dust specks dance among the morning suns rays, as we move to music, Bristol squints, bows her head and smiles each time the brightness captures her face. The innocence of morning lingers still, days new light shines pink and new. It warms all, as baby coos, dogs sleep, and birds sing. Brightest star’s light through my window pane puts all my worries in shadow…
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I have always loved the written word. As a child I devoured books. I have always found solace in reading and writing. Due to illness, I spend much of my time at home, exploring the world from my bedroom. Writing, sharing my own words, and reading those of others, is my preferred communication with the outside world. It is my adventure, it is my catharsis, it is my connection.
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