A prompt went through my iPhone to write a 4 line poem without… You figure it out:
When Truth Came
When truth came to her,
No longer fearing the quiet,
Her gaze went to the window,
The gathering twilight framed.
A prompt went through my iPhone to write a 4 line poem without… You figure it out:
When Truth Came
When truth came to her,
No longer fearing the quiet,
Her gaze went to the window,
The gathering twilight framed.
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We learn simply by the exposure of living. Much that passes for education is not education at all but ritual. The fact is that we are being educated when we know it least.

That paints a very cool picture of a scene!