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Feel a natural sunlight, Sparks an energy to eyes. The wood comes alive With morning birdsong. This is what a forest gives, A guest of brilliant eyes. They run things for us, So we might be grateful. Ah there is that occasion, Where visits do surprise. We’re on borrowed land, For all we love is…
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 