Where do we go when the echos leave the halls; When the chalk leaves the sidewalk. When the leaves stop whistling in the wind? Emptiness fills a void we don’t even know was there. Full of apathy, lacking empathy, we don’t care. We have cared too much and too long about the obsolete That the…
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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 