
Warmth…
She rested on a soft bed, quiet, clean and well fed. The Traveller smiled gazing at the hearth and ths soft glow of embers burning there. Today she took refuge
The Traveller follows a fictional character through a long wearying journey, who is the Traveller? Well, she’s me.
She rested on a soft bed, quiet, clean and well fed. The Traveller smiled gazing at the hearth and ths soft glow of embers burning there. Today she took refuge
She wanders alone and lost. The rage gone from her. The pain a memory leaving in it’s wake a nothingness. She is exhausted and hurting at the core. Her hands
I stand quiet on the path Gazing around At familiar scenery.I know It’s time to move on. The future calls. There’s so much waiting, So much left to see, Do
I walk alone,for who can champion,the champion,Who can care forthe caretakerWho can holdThe Mother?
And so it was all the same as it had always been. Nothing had changed, yet it was different. Her heart was an empty cup, devoid of the smallest drop
There was a little girl who was floating on a flying carpet. Although she could see many different people she could never seem to get the carpet to slow down
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