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Blog postThe legendary tumbleweed is really a nurse crop that protects the growth of prairie grasses under its shade, and then sacrifices itself and blows away. Almost everyone I know has something of an ancestral house. Somewhere they can always go back to from wherever fate decided to move them across the globe. A place where … Continue reading Tumbleweed →
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Blog post“Whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul, I shall recall the memory of warm, sunny, late summer afternoons like this one, and be comforted greatly.” ― Peggy Toney Horton
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Blog postYou’re growing so fast Sunshine Your clothes are getting smaller Your face changing You are getting bigger Not in a conventional sense But you are growing alright Growing into Oona size Thumbelina size Forever Compact slight petite Tiny slight pint-sized All elfin features perfect A miniature person Small beautiful Unique I love the way your … Continue reading ThumbelOona →
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Blog post“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness … Continue reading The False Grinning Faces We All Wear →
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Blog postWhen I cannot sleep or too agitated to rest, I fantasize. Conjuring up scenarios in my head to cheer me up and calm me down. But most of the time I ruined my own fantasy by wanting everything to be perfect. Every move, every word has to be precise, even the lighting has to be … Continue reading Self-Defense →
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Blog postChildren are knives. They don’t mean to, but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we, we clasp them until the blood flows. My daughter always said that when the time comes she will be a better mother than I am because you see when it comes to motherhood (among so many other … Continue reading The Perfect Mother →
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Blog postThe poem at the bottom reminds me of the time I was convinced I had a crush on a senior in high school. I was a freshman, we were both in pilot classes. The best of the best. I was there by brain alone. No prestige no wealth not even looks. He had all of … Continue reading Parallel Lines Don’t Intersect →
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Blog postBy Emily Bartran I should probably preface this by saying that to see the beauty in this quote, you might have to be a little dark and twisted. Not, like, Marla Singer dark and twisted. Just enough to acknowledge that life, in its entirety, is as tragic as it is joyous, as painfully lonely as it is … Continue reading A Quote that will either Utterly Depress or Completely Inspire You. →
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Blog postImagine death, as a corporate looking mailman. with his black suit and red tie, black pants, and black leather shoes. a brown leathered sling bag all the way to his waist and a blue cap on top of his head as it overshadows parts of his face though you can still see his smile. sure, … Continue reading The Mailman →
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Blog postBy accident, I came across a familiar name online, a name I know so well. A name I’ve seen written on railway sleepers outside our house once upon a time. A name which was converted into numbers as a part of coded messages written on walls around the neighborhood meant only to be understood by … Continue reading The Past Comes Peeping Out Again →
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Blog postYes. The colors, the atmosphere, the way the light slant through the trees and on everything. The sky mix of hues, lavender orange pink purples and blues… The chilly breeze and evening fires, the rain, the smell of earth, late-blooming perennials shorter days and early nights. All of those makes me feel peaceful and warm.
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Blog postIs that so? When you hit rock bottom the only way is up? Dangerous are the people who got nothing to lose They up the stake and go all the way. I feel like that sometimes. Other times I worry about everything and nothing. But one thing is true The more you have, the more … Continue reading A Wet Man Does Not Fear The Rain →
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Blog postWe all have carried storms in our spine. These days, I kept wondering when or where would it start, that time would heal all wounds. I haven’t known pain for months now, not that I am already healed nor that I have been used to the pain. Instead these days, I still sing along to … Continue reading Found Treasure →
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