Drifting, that’s what it feels like to be free. Swaying in and out of the waves, being washed ashore when oceans run too deep. Home is where the moon lays across the sand and when the sun starts to rise in the east. Alone I swim, from shore to shore, endless oceans pursue me. I…
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The Night Before San Diego…
Twas the night before San Diego, when all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; the carry-on is packed by the door with care, in hopes that tomorrow’s flight would soon be there. Her parents were snug in their beds, while visions of 5 days without their adult daughter danced…
Precarious Aquarius 