Metaphors on Death - Conscious Weather
Observations on the weather and it's relation to my Grandmother's passing.
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Saturday - Gloomy -
The Death of the Conscious Mind
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Sunday - Pristine -
Visitations
Monday - Cold and Breezy -
The Death of the Unconscious Mind
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Left Leaving <--- a poem I wrote in 2006.
It was a reflection on the past. The first piece I had written in 9 years.
It was a reflection on the past. The first piece I had written in 9 years.
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