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Katherine3laine

  • A glimpse of Paradise

    Waves lap lightly at the shore,attempting to reach a land that will never be theirs.Marsh grass rustles in the evening air,calming the starlings into rest for the night.The sun steadily ...

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  • The Percolated Symphony of Realization

    I shivered involuntarily as the lights turned off one by one. Standing outside his apartment in the rain, I knew he would be happy. But that thought didn’t keep tears ...

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  • I knew it would be raining

    I knew it would be raining, when I stepped outside today. I knew it would be raining because the gentle taps on my window kept me asleep this morning. I ...

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  • Vines

    Leaves, rusting for the coming autumn snake between bricks. Covering windows- protecting secrets within. Choking the mortar crumbling between bricks Each vine meets and separates, each with its own pa

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Generally speaking, a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.
— Henry David Thoreau