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Freedom Ringing

Not like a thunderstorm Is the sound of freedom ringing, But as quiet and as original As blood flowing through veins To and from hearts. But just like a thunderstorm Is the sight of freedom ringing, Flickering and waking a … Continue reading

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The After Hours – Friday Fictioneers

Wednesday, in the midst of a workday, yet it seems like the after hours. The dust begins to settle reverberating in the emptiness of the station. Tickets withheld in the absence of people not rushing to get somewhere. The jewelry … Continue reading

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