Author: Alisha Blanch
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Rekindling The Quiet
Image Credit: Unsplash The sky was overcast, the dull gray clouds hanging low, as if holding their breath, waiting for something to change. A soft wind brushed against the edges of the trees, rustling the bare branches. There was a faint chirp of birds somewhere off in the distance, too distant to seem alive, too…
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The Scream
Image Source: Pexels- Javier Gonzalez It was 4:30 P.M. as I stepped out of my tiny house and started wandering down the path headed toward the wharf. The sun was setting; it felt peaceful in a way. Birds were chirping, and the air smelled like freshly mown grass through each light gust of wind. The…
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Shattered Echoes
I. The Fall I built a home within your arms, where laughter danced like candle flames, where whispered vows in midnight dark were etched upon my fragile frame. You spoke in verses soft and sweet, each syllable a silken thread, I wove them into tapestries and laid them where I laid my head. But love…