A short essay about loneliness and happiness.

Dot is a lady.

Falling in love is a beautiful thing to experience.

A happy poem.

A
Look
At
THE
DOT.

Our little paradisaical island.

Surrender to our Father in heaven… Amen.

In the morning, but a dot on the horizon. Through the fog of sleep before me like a point to draw me onward into the day.

The simplest of symbols. The beginning or end, but always the start of something.

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