Black markings on a pristine page:
Footfalls found in the Winter's first snow;
The nothingness collecting in drifts,
Snowflakes falling in silence.
Someone might pause, touch
And gaze, in wonder,
And claim emotional kin.
As with the crystalline individuality
Of snowflakes, we are still all alike.
About Me
- TBAYNHAMIII
- I was born in Kentucky, though my parents had been living in Knoxville before my birth. My mother's mother lived across the street from the hospital in Hopkinsville, Kentucky, which was convenient. I moved around quite a bit when I was young, but ended up in Georgia. I like to read and write and love food and drink way too much. I have a funny wife and daughter who has finished her batchelor's degree and is living with her grandmother in North Atlanta and studying advertising. I sometimes wonder what life would have been like if I had not gone to law school. Regrets come and go with the seasons.
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