Prose From A Little Rose

"Do you think I can touch the moon when we reach the top?" I quipped as I lifted my hand into the crisp night air. In my line of vision, with my right eye squinted, I imagined holding it between my index finger and thumb, as if I was encapsulating a small, white, and radiant marble dotted with specks of faded grey.

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There is nothing like the perfectly chosen words to capture a picturesque moment and feeling in time. That is why the beloved Midnight Musings series from my poetry book "The Purple Rose" is now gathered here as a collection! Let us all read, smile, and cry together, my friends, as we continue this journey together of self-discovery, youthful ideals, and ultimately, love.

Hopefully, you come to enjoy this diary just like I enjoyed writing it!