The field sparkled as the sunlight hit the morning dew. The sky was cloudless, and the birds shook off their slumber. Almost all the ...

O, downtrodden soul, weep no more. You have a curious mind, a need to touch and see to believe what is right in front ...

What do you do when the going gets tough?Do you cry in the ashes?Or do you rise and dust off the dirt? When you ...

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Yes, in ancient history, the poet Hesiod was one of the first figures to discuss love as a powerful force capable of emerging from ...

I spend the rest of my Greek vacation relaxing at the spa and on the beach with my escort. We indulge in massages, hot ...

I stumble to the Hydra, clinging to Sophie’s arm. My vision swims as crew members rush to ready as many available submersibles as possible. ...

Some of my fondest memories at my grandparents’ home centered on the same Disney Sing Along VHS tape. The blue owl would dash down ...

I’m not detached from you, but when we lock eyes, my mind goes blank— like walking into a room and forgetting why, like a ...

I remember being a weeping treeI am writing words for everyone to see.I am writing a song for a soul unconsoledAnd singing about my ...