No day we live’s a guarantee.
No future’s ours to plan.
We’re all just lonely wanderers.
We do the best we can.
Choose love instead of hatred.
Choose peace instead of war.
Choose beauty over ugliness.
Or what’s our living for?
About Me
- Jill Cline
- I process life by writing: poems scrawled on discarded envelopes, essays written in the dead of night, random paragraphs stuffed into drawers and all manner of wild thoughts in journals and on scratch paper hidden between the pages of books.
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