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White Light
Read more: White LightWhite Light by Carmen H Gray Uninhabited Quiet space It is that empty side of the home I keep finding in my dreams The part I am afraid to explore Where room after room Nothing feels right Things are distorted, broken I rush to find the back door Unlocked, unguarded Leaving me terrified That I…
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Solitude
Read more: Solitude“For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of – to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense…