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Mud Glorious Mindful Mud

Not being one who likes to be stuck indoors all day, I ventured out onto the cliffs by the sea, taking a risk that the black cloud pouring its contents into the sea, would continue its journey away from the land. I was wrong.  It seemingly waited patiently, lulling me into a false sense of…

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The Voice

There is a voice Its silent echoes are in a land far away You know it is there You can feel its sorrow You can feel its pain For it wants to be heard It has something to say   The voice yearns to be liberated For it is lost And remains unheard Waiting to…