Glimpses
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Glimpses is a collection of poetry and prose that will allow you to take a look at the memoirs of past love, excerpts from books that will not be written, snapshots of heartaches, and left-overs from someone's universe.
Glimpses of brokenness, glimpses of healing. Glimpses of tragedy, glimpses of new beginnings. A glimpse of my story, and maybe a glimpse of yours, too.
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