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We never made it to play With the beauty of who you Were. A fantasy is when two people carry on like teens. We talked about car-rides And lost loves. The chilly winter weather Kept us isolated. What mattered more seems Natural. We’d glide together telling Tales. And somehow along the way Everything began to…
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 