And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
May 27, 2011 by Christie
The prophet hides the light in his eyes.
In an abandoned room, the pull-string dangles.
The jingle of the metal slapping...
is a writer who lives in Dallas, GA, just outside of the Atlanta area. She is a young entrepeneur, who almost never sleeps.
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