April 10th, 2014
I feel small. I have been fighting. Fighting things that cannot be known while in mortal form. I pray for hope. I have been told enduring to the end is the hard part. My heart feels wounded. I pray for a companion I can share this life with. Raise a family with. I have been alone for a long time. The irony is that outside of time there is no beginning and no end.
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The personal blog of artist Shaun Gamache, where he will talk about his work, poetry, upcoming shows, and much more.