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Traveling in a dream, I remember waking alone in an environment so familiar with cobblestone. We were traveling, time stood still, church bells signaled our measured distance. Yet I felt alone, miles away. Seemed nearing midnight the sky coming alive, the stars echoing my mind, I felt forever searching sky. I wanted only peace tonight.…
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 