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I feel like I need a passport for live journal. The site abounds in different areas sometimes feeling a bit jumbled as if someone could not decide on one flavour  of icecream and just decided to choose them all! I am having fun though exploring around a bit, I hope I dont get lost.

I go home to a place to rest my head,
protection from the storm, to the shelter and safe harbour,
of my mothers arms.
Instead death greets me.
It is reflected in the mourning clothes,
the absence of my loved one.
My sister beside me shares my pain
but hers is a wound on the mend
mine is fresh and stinging.
So I will pray and try to grasp in vain,
the ( Read more... )

It is hard to define the love that binds Bill and Helen together because within each of them lies a separate character that is at oft times difficult to distinguish from Bill and Helen themselves. It is important though to make note of the differences because it determines the way they interact with each other and allows for different varieties of ( Read more... )

This is the first blog that I have done and it is my answer to activity number 5 about the story of an hour ( Read more... )