Parched Soul
Parched Soul Wandering about Life, looking for the lost self. Pieces of pain and humiliation. So much debris. Salvage or discard? Slowly mending. Polishing a fragmented ego, despite visible scars. Collecting and accepting from all sources, blissful words for a parched soul. All confirmations gratefully absorbed. Yet life is visible; rejuvenation imminent! Lanie – August 2007
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LadyLane
Respect and appreciation for the beauty and power of the written word, brought me here. Perhaps being a word miser myself shows in my few attempts posted here. I am often astonished and humbled by the resilience, diversity and power of our humanity....
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