There are many ways to tell a tale, to pass a lesson, a vision, or a hope; maybe it’s just the way a warm breeze feels after the breaking of winter.
Maybe we seek a laugh, or a heart wrenched asunder, the kind that only a broken moment can grow.
Stories, for me, are the avenue of my expression.
We all hold that which cannot be bought.
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