When I was Young When I was young I learned of two roads in a wood I did not believe to be yellow, for it was a coward's color, made of caution and weariness. But I was put before the roads, and made to choose. Until I plowed forward, creating a third. When I was … Continue reading When I Was Young
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Showing It twinkles, despite it being too dark, light filtering through dust that is only seen because it hangs suspended in the rays of the faded bulb only a few feet away, it shines as it slowly trails between coarse hairs and reddish-brown scarred skin that refuses to turn white like its brothers and sisters. what … Continue reading Showing
