“Dear, Mentor. Thine heart continues to drag me through the pains of past memories. Every day I wake, I am greeted by sadness. Every night I seek rest, I am haunted by agony. Everywhere I go, every pilgrimage I take, I’m stalked by the shadows of those whom I loved dearly; the gentle yet fieryContinue reading “The Dead Rose Bush: A brief Dialogue between a Student and Teacher”
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Toxic Scribe: Writings and Rumination 