blue are all the nights
nostalgia lays beside me
whispering sweet lies
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Sailing Close to the Wind
April 9, 1912 “Father, I beg of you. Please do not make me do this.” I followed my father as he paced across the floor of our Southampton accommodations. We had just settled in from the long journey from London. Everything I owned was packed away in luggage and travel trunks, all of which were stacked near the window that overlooked the port. I could see the Titanic looming in the distance.
By Alexis Chanhvandam4 years ago in Fiction
Thoughts on Vocal and the way the world is
"Death cannot stop true love, only delay it." – Wesley in The Princess Bride. I decided to come back to Vocal on a very cold and dark night at the end of December. I had been, and still am, convalescing from a horrible staph infection that had gone misdiagnosed for months. This, paired with the increasing challenges of being healthy, making the best choices for my co-parented child, being a wife, and being a director at a new job, was a lot to manage.
By Jazzy 5 days ago in Confessions
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