Apr 30, 2021

Strengthen your precious budding wings.

Winter, dressed in gray, blends in with the chilled clouds. Shivering in their grayness, the clouds bless the winter sky.


A young man on the downtown sidewalk. Homeless. He appears to be the age that my late son would be. How cold, this wind of January.


“Run, my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings.”



Ren Powell

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