Sliver moon hangs above the predawn horizon, civil twilight in the repetitious struggle of light and dark, a languid eye to greet the rising sun and watch over the crepuscular world.
Life is a story, waiting to be told
Faith, Hope, Love
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Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
Irish Photographer & Storyteller
Illustrated Short Stories
The door leading to blaring madness.
On the quest to live an interesting life.