Dawnbreaker
I'm hanging on until my fingers cannot grasp anymore
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It's always getting late.
When I am not writing this is what I do.
"In the present we are always in memory." - Trish Keenan
It's always getting late.
Introduction
This blog is a virtual notebook of writing that I maintain as often as I can. Poems, stray lines, random observations, all co-exist here. Revisions occur as needed/deemed fit.
See/Hear
A Chronological Archive of Joy and Heartache most often referred to as LIFE
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2017
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July
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- Morning 7/31/17
- Bored of Drink
- Walk This Path With Me
- Morning 7/29/17
- Morning 7/28/17
- Morning 7/26/17
- Morning 7/25/17
- Why should a new age dawn if we are not yet ready ...
- Morning 7/23/17
- Morning 7/22/17
- Morning 7/21/17
- Morning 7/20/17
- Dawnbreaker I'm hanging on until my fingers canno...
- This is not a message. There is no meaning here. ...
- Morning 7/18/17
- Morning / Afternoon 7/17/17
- Morning 7/16/17
- Morning 7/15/17
- The Struggle
- Morning 7/14/17
- Morning 7/13/17
- I want this world to have a revolution of the soul...
- Freewrite 7/12/17
- From Dream to Honesty
- morning 7/11/17
- No More Worry
- beautiful and alone
- Declarative
- Your Happiness
- Morning 7/9/17
- Morning 7/8/17
- Morning 7/7/17
- Dreams That Call
- Morning 7/6/17
- Morning 7/5/17
- first light
- daydreaming
- Morning 7/4/17
- Morning 7/3/17
- Morning 7/2/17
- Evening 7/1/17
- Morning 7/1/17
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July
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When I am not writing this is what I do.
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