she was like the wind; sometimes soft and slightly breezy, other times, strong and wild raging through my limbs. But I wouldn’t take her any other way, because she kept me insanely in love.

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A poetic wordsmith by the mind and a passionate blogger by heart.
Reservoir for Wolff Poetry and mentor for youth writing groups. Life motto: Everything you seek is in the stillness of one’s mind. The place between seconds, whispering of a song between sound.

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