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Two playing with the night sky. Listening to their song back and forth. Almost sounds a little frantic. Then the little boy across the park. Ecstatic to be in the woods where eyes do watch. We all might stop and hear the sounds. When natural instincts and youth sing melody across the forest.
About the Archivist
This is a site based on my writing with a focus on cathartic moments and points in my life that I hope might resonate with readers.
Occasionally the topics might be rather severe. Please liken it to writing and expression of life and the human condition. Please look for the good and kind solutions to everyday life.
What Crosses My Mind 