Expectations (#E Write πŸ“it)

Walking through shadows that castfrightful images of the past.Stories hidden in this cave.Memories and experiences lie in the grave;more appropriately, this tombof souls lost and gone.I walk through the sand.I wave my handin an attempt to clear the websin my path.I seek gold. My old man told me of a treasurethat lies in this desertedContinue reading “Expectations (#E Write πŸ“it)”

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