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