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Echoes Along Some Strewn Shore
Waves crash and crawl along a strewn shore...
I’ll Run Late
On that day, sun met shadow in a park; you ran late...
The Land of Nóg
In the land of Nóg the trees know all...
Drama in Motion
You are the lie, you are nothing more than an image, and I will consume you...
Feels Like Home
The house didn't feel like home just yet...
Sugar
Sprinkling down side edge of mug, white droplets crystal twunkle in morning sun...
Giuseppe Gillespie Writing 