Sitting in my car.
Staring at your folded hands.
Trembling in my skin.
Sitting in my car.
Staring at your folded hands.
Trembling in my skin.
Secrets of my soul, experiences of my life, quality of my mind...
A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. -Maya Angelou
Inky Impressions 
Awesome!
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LoL! Thanks! Again, waaaayyyy outside the comfort zone
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‘Waiting for you say something.
Withering away with my trembling….’
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Lovely!
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That was really cool. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you, Keith 🙂
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