Loneliness
comes crashing like waves upon an ancient pier, giant swells hissing roaring ripping at moorings made fragile by years of pounding, but when they ebb there is the choice, float out to sea or rebuild.
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Jaybird
I am retired, having worked primarily as a librarian, but have done freelance proofreading, copy editing, and book reviewing. I wrote some poetry many years ago, but decided it was bad and stopped, since I had other things to do. For the last ten...
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