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I lay my heart before you...all the chambers, the hidden parts, the parts that have nuanced their way in to words....my offering is to witness my experience...really, I write to remember that which I so easily deny, to see myself and to believe what happened...I write to remember what happened, to understand what is and to remind myself of possibility....I write to save my life. I write to save the life memories of those who came before... manifested in the blood ink of my pen |
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Vietnam It was one of those days when I cannot not see past my own perceptions. |
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Fire He sat there, a river of clothe that seamlessly flowed into itself and each layer. |
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© 2007 Kisha Montgomery |