• Out here, the open night is my church, the trees are my congregation, the stars are my angels and the moon is the only god that I know

    A.P. Sweet
  • I cry often. I cry and cleanse my face with my tears and swim to the center of it all. A center that I have written about a thousand times, forever etched into the porcelain

    A.P. Sweet
  • A good student learns from his teacher. A great student learns to teach himself

    A.P. Sweet
  • The moon makes love to the ocean and in this holy conception it gives birth to a little tide

    A.P. Sweet
  • I want to towel off, leave my heart on this beach and walk the sand into a lake of stars, while never looking back

    A.P. Sweet
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