The wind blows my scarf around my head. The silky brown material tears across my vision like a whip, ready to defend me should anyone come too close…

Reflective thought is utterly addictive. The mismatched colorations of my most vivid realizations and the caviler notions of my shipwrecked…

“Once upon a time…” Wait. Too dramatic, too cliché. It is a comfortable way to start, as easy to note as a lullaby. But this is not a song…

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