Next Rest Stop Not For 50 Miles

Chasing Down A Faded Memory

"The Possible's slow fuse is lit by the Imagination." ~ Emily Dickinson

Awake While Dreaming

I Think I Remember The Way

Spot Of Tea

Live In The Soul

Seemingly Miniscule

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Solidarity

The Left Behind Bits

Desperately In Need

Lost In Quiet

Here Before

The Collective Sigh

She Was Trying To Open Up

Whisper

Long Way Home

She Started With A Clean Slate