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Wandering waywardly westward,
we watched winter's warnings.
Wistfully wishing wonderous white
would wash wretched wounds.
Wasted words whispered
winter's withered wish.
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willow j. ross
If your writing doesn't challenge the mind of your reader, you have failed as a writer. I hope to use my voice to challenge the minds of all those who read my work, that it would open their eyes to another perspective, and make them think.
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