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It’s been a long long time. Like sunrise shattering the dark of night, you reach out and your touch ignites a passion long forgot. Stirring something sacred within while I’m lying in the interim of reality and sleep. Colors like Van Gogh explode before my eyes as the feelings rush to my head like some rich, aged wine. Forgive me, Love, for allowing the memory of your touch dissolve with the days. How could I have allowed the daily grind sing my passion to rest without some fight. For not putting aside cares of this world to unite a moment with eternity. To sleep and yet to wake with you peaceful by my side. My mind now alive since last we met. All the while dreaming.”
—Dreaming by Rebecca Withey
I started writing as a teenager. It was suggested that I do so to "journal" my feelings. It was then that I realized that I had a talent for poetry and lyrics. I also had the capacity to daydream and come up with interesting characters and plot...
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Rebecca’s Favorite Books
Enders Game, Speaker of the Dead, Children of the Mind, Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, The Time Travelers Wife, Good In Bed, The Red Tent, Wicked...