New post on A Global Divergent Literary Collective
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” . . . These words, they reach out and touch your face while you sleep, and even though we don’t speak, each and every one is for you. Time passes and days fall. Time becomes fiction and fiction becomes truth. Down so many lonely roads, we still walk, hand in hand in search of the light. Down so many roads that have no name, we still seek each other out, and although we keep our secrets, such secrets the two of us know all too well. The desire not to be alone, and the desire to block things out. . . ”