I dream, I breathe.
Landlocked, my soul sails under the stars.
Words are my mirrors, truthful and full of emotions. If they help then remember the words but forget the name.
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Stories by Nightshade
Letters
I grew up with a father who sailed across the ocean. Despite my mother and me accompanying him, there were ti...
Poetic Musings
There are times when the words are not penned, but the heart dictates them. You see it doesn't have a voice o...