Gingersnaps

Fleeing velvet walls of pristine night. The journey aided by the wailing baby’s cry.

Moving, gliding half-aware of prying eyes and misforgotten deeds. I slide thorough this incarnation, a journey on the back of sea turtles and uprooted flowers.

You cannot see how real this is.

You cannot connect with the distance traveled, yet

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Born in New York, schooled in the Berkshires, Became an adult in L.A., found my Soul in Seattle. Been writing & drinking copious amounts of coffee since 2012.

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Ken Saunders

Ken Saunders

Born in New York, schooled in the Berkshires, Became an adult in L.A., found my Soul in Seattle. Been writing & drinking copious amounts of coffee since 2012.

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