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When the world around him crumbled silently. He looked to his life. First his children, his eternal gift of love. Then himself. If forgiveness might await his ask, perhaps then peace. Life is a measure of truths he thought. Despite mistakes he knew love and kindness. If souls could heal, he prayed his own may…
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 