Francis Rosenfeld

Francis Rosenfeld

I garden, I write and I watch the world go by.

Peeking through the Feathers

Do you know where you are, sweetheart? Do you know where you are when your tears wash your face like shimmery pearls unraveling from a

Northern Lights

Have you ever drifted into an experience so foreign you lack the means to communicate it and all the rules you relied upon to guide

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