She grasps his hand
It felt like a place where love lived
Hand in hand
They shared lies and secrets
Thoughts and their brokenness
Cracks of light break in
And they can think of nothing else
But each other
-Sasch
Puppets
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Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with. View more posts
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