dialogue

“You will paint again.” I place the canvas on the easel that stands near the window where the light shines through. The brushes are grouped like soldiers on guard. I imagine their sense of urgency. Time is passing and they wait, forgotten lovers, yearning for paint to kiss. It is more than creative lust. They […]

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love, say it

“I loved him. It was simple. I placed my heart in his hands and like a gentle thief, he stole it.” ~ Annie

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