2B or Not 2B



The Rose

A delicate rose perched on a bush, her hand beneath her chin. Her sigh froze dew drops in the air; her patience was waning thin. For she was awaiting Autumn— he hadn’t visited in days— and he had promised that... Continue Reading →

Moral Compass

Colors frame defining moments. The trees are orange and I can almost feel the amber air of your childhood.

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