"While his heart bled out; a hum broke the gate to his soul."

August 2, 2016

Fall to me is like Holi in India - Colorful, gleeful, leaf-ful. Many love stories of a single tree perish away in the reds, the blues, the ambers; baring to bone the lover that held it all together, and germinating a life of stark loneliness in brutal winter. If trees...

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