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Shadows

Posted on October 24, 2015 by William Wayne Smith

The shadows fall around me. The sun has left and the air is still. Words are racing through my mind. Again, I cannot rest in my home. The shining moon is watching me. Like a beacon, its bright light is … Continue reading →

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The Silent Man

Posted on January 3, 2013 by William Wayne Smith

A silent man was trying to rest. His agitated mind churned with images. Pain from a past incident stops him. His brief night of sleep was aborted. His dreams were troubled. The visions he saw had a horrible end. As … Continue reading →

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