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Sands of Nothing
Poetry from Photographs Washed by fate ashore helpless tossed on nothing sand we cling with failing strength to colored anything to...

David Sales
May 24, 20221 min read
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My Isolated Writing Retreat Prepared Me for 2022
Steam, wispy and light, drifts toward a clear blue sky. Like my usual thoughts, scattered and busy, it disappears into the light breeze....

David Sales
Jan 11, 20225 min read
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Will You Hold My Hand?
Nerves faded into the quiet din of silver cutlery, white plates, and soft string-quartet melodies. His left leg, its secret bouncing,...

David Sales
Nov 27, 20214 min read
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