They never see it coming. Because she was beautiful in every way, to those in her care. She held them when they shivered. She warmed them with her patient attention and chicken pot pie. She was the constant in the darkness. She was the answer to their frantic cries. And they’ve never thought of life… Continue reading Dying Women
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America is Not Free
Lounging in her chair sipping on a Corona, it looks like paradise incarnate. Sun shining from above, grass between her toes below, what more could a citizen of this earthy realm desire? Land of the free and home of the brave, ease and convenience, comfort and peace, she has the potential to satisfy every desire… Continue reading America is Not Free