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Seems fitting, as night looms its mystique, we would visit demons, those stirs in the twilight. Wish for peace of mind, reflect upon beauty. As night does take hold, Imagine. For the sake of a full heart, hold court with truth. Take solace in knowing, love and kindness breathe a gentle soul.
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.
What Crosses My Mind 