“History is always changing behind us, and the past changes a little every time we retell it.” Hilary Mantel
Even Now I really don't want to inhabit the past, to be its victim of obsessions that exhaust and imprison, all those tangled feelings looking for expiation from the complex web of experiences that clutch so tightly, and even now, with faint trace, haunting me with what ifs and maybes. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before. - Edgar Allan Poe
Korean cooking, restaurants, and delivery foods
poet and author of The Light in the Cave
A place to freely express emotions and ideas.
Home of Democracy Jones
Man is a self-conscious nothing. ~Julius Bahnsen
"That I may publish with the voice of thanksgiving, and tell of all thy wondrous works." Psalm 26:7
Welcome to poetry and poetic imagery
📍enthusiasm runs the world
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