Hepburn Caraway

Rookie (New South Wales, Australia)

Biography of Hepburn Caraway

The wind in my hair, the song it plays through the tune of nature, the harsh caress of the chilly dawn...let it start and end my life, and send me on to the better world.

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If I cannot write for the Lord,
My gift is a pretty disguise,
Signed and sealed by Myself,
Every word a fantasy for men.

If I cannot live with a smile
My joy is a pitiful mask
Plastered and glued by the hands I guard
Protectively from shame.

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