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August is here and the lion roars. Golden rays wane and bid you farewell like a house guest retiring for the evening, but we shine… Read More »August

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The sliver of you ran red like blood. You said everything and there I was, standing still. My hushed breath. You caught yours. I was… Read More »Rose Sheen

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I have nothing to produce. I have no insights. Speaking is for those not willing to listen. Insights are for those who have only their… Read More »No Insights