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My Soul, The Writer..
For many years my restless spirit has been crying out to express itself, yet it speaks not with boastful nor brash words shouted from the roof tops. It whispers with a higher, more conscious & meaningful voice. On an ordinary day I sit considering my soul, what is it that it yearns for? I feel a wave of confusion, accompanied by flutter of excitement, so I reach for pen & paper. As I stare onto the vastness & blankness of the crisp white pages, the cogs of my clogged up mind

Lynette Fryer
Aug 7, 20192 min read
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The Quest...
My stomachs churning, my heads a mess, I am trying to do my absolute best, Yet why is it that I still feel this deep unrest? The quest I...

Lynette Fryer
Aug 7, 20192 min read
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Dancing Solo...
"I pause, I breathe, my thoughts I gather & retrieve... I hold a poised stance, I know it is time, it is my chance, I am ready to BELLY...

Lynette Fryer
Aug 7, 20191 min read
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