In the Margins

Every one of you has much to say; you have so many stories to tell.

And you do, you tell stories.  You pour your soul -- your memories, your truths -- into this inbetween country of words.  This country reflects in my books and I drink in your soul, I drink it like life itself.

I drink in your Polaroid snapshots and dusty souvenirs.  I breathe you right into me, hold you inside, and we combine into something unseen and unique.

I have much to say, I have so many stories to tell.  And I do, I tell stories.

 

The End

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