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The words have left. The muse sleeps. A seed waits for spring.
Dive into a collection of memories, musings and emotions delicately concocted into stories and introspective articles
This and That...
Cats, travel, gardens and life in the Pacific Northwest
We are all just babes in the woods.
A deaf person who has been pleasantly stuck in a dimension between dream and reality, where my sign language turns into written poems.
reading, ranting and reviewing
Author / Activist / Healer
In search of spirituality
Words To Think On
Welcome to a blog about our outdoor experiences.
Written by Katrina Cain
poetry/poem, essays, writing everything I adore or not so:-)
As I navigate through this life ...
Live A Visible Life Whatever Your Health
A Storyteller’s Dream
Literary Pasta, made with aromatic earnestness , served by an overthinking mind.
journeys of the mind and body
Perfect!
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