Theme
3:25pm August 28, 2014

“I saw a dawn, that day we touched, awakened and aware
Warm as if the sun had run its fingers through my hair
And in half words I had tried to share, that realness, that feeling that is home
The words defied my mind, the poetry got lost inside the poem”

— Donna Williams, “Still Awake”, Not Just Anything
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