How I loved teaching
Before the plague transformed it
Into a drab farce
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D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Your Heart Made Of Gold Is The Look My Eyes Can Always Handle
In this inhibition full of minimal grandeur, your heart made of gold is the look my eyes can always handle. Tangible things never do me the best, but when you touched my heart, I became truly blessed. My shelved life was no longer a burden; I started to look out more. I'm ready for your love to out pour.
By Arlo Wysee5 days ago in Poets
The Cave Part 11
Darkness, and the countless points of light, as if the entire void beyond was filled with the fire of a million stars. I felt as if I was staring into the eternity of a night sky beyond those wooden doors, the place beyond the actual reality, while I stood behind a curtain of scenery, the mountain and sky a mere pretense. And in that void beyond of unfathomable space, there hung suspended a mighty shard of crystal floating in place, with hundreds of a far smaller chunks orbiting around it in balanced but intersecting circles, no two in the same path. These caught the light from the center, and sparkled with inner fire each.
By Jamye Sharpa day ago in Chapters
Comments (7)
Understandably so. I’m very sorry
Yes, you've mentioned this before. I really hope it goes back to how things were
Like you said, DJ!
virtual, zoom and spare the contact. we are all freaks now….LOL but not LOL.
Maybe someday the tides will change again
Not a teacher, but I can only imagine.
Oof very real. It really did change everything.