I must write or die. It is my only true savior and salvation. The ocean is my church. I love animals more than most people. I used to be a lawyer in practice, now I am one in theory. I am complicated and spiritual, empathetic and kind.
whisks of brush drag solemn palette as the moon maintains her silence the question is asked again and again to an empty room and green eyes while deep indigo gray and black color the possible answer will you forgive me? if I can’t do this?
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