The savannah sun begins to riseand paints the blackened earth in amber glowgilding the ground beneath the open skiesa prelude to what I have yet to knowI wander on while morning winds now riseand whisper truths the ancient grasses...

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This is just the epic I recite—another lie dressed up in light,one smooth line at a time,dripping honey, sweet with rhyme.In the hope it might concealevery raw wound I still feel,tucked beneath each crafted line,woven threads in grand design.More...

August 3, 1788  Cher D. Last night was a treat, you allowed me to wear clothing. A cherry blossom colored robe from Japan with a simple waist tie. It fit like a second skin. Elegant yet sexy. I felt more beautiful...