Spare me not from summer’s burn…memories alive underneath my skin
I am but a flower trying to bloom in winter’s end
…a life too late to live
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Spare me not from summer’s burn…memories alive underneath my skin
I am but a flower trying to bloom in winter’s end
…a life too late to live
EDC - scientist now writing - none of us is one thing - I've been called a few.
My soul connection journey
Welcome to my world.
YOUR BODY IS YOUR TEMPLE
PIECES OF ME...
Christopher Bland
Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake
Strength in Mind, Body, and Spirit.
Independent audiovideo artist
My life written through poetry
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
A taste of lipstick, licorice and grace
Happy Colorful Growth
I Prefer Not To.
Author, Poet, Photographer
the stories behind the pictures, and vice versa
Bite-sized romance for the discerning reader.
M … never too late my friend … even I still trying! … E
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