“I will not be another flower, picked for my beauty and left to die.  I will be wild, difficult to find, and impossible to forget.”Erin Van Vuren

 

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Long Time Ago I Wrote Poetry

A very long time ago I wrote poetry.  My mind was always so busy constructing words in a way that told my deepest though ...
February 24, 2017

The Off Season

I've decided to do something a little different, something a little more personal.  So I created this page, "personal st ...
February 22, 2017