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The Crystal

“Strikingly beautiful,” he mumbled, while setting the crystal back on the heavy wooden desk. “And you’re sure it’s magical?” I have to chuckle, distractedly, still staring at the emerald-and-gold-shimmering rock, that might as well be a huge, beautiful piece of … Continue reading

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pieces

i hope i’m not asking too much of you. i’m not asking you to fix me, because that wouldn’t be fair. i’m not asking you to accept me with wide open arms, but i’d love that. i don’t want you … Continue reading

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well-traveled hands

do you remember how it used to be? when we were still innocent, so much younger? do you remember the first time you saw me? i was wearing my cousin’s old tank top and a pair of shorts. i remember … Continue reading

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25 more things to be happy about

A few weeks ago I compiled a list of 25 things that make me happy. I’m not in the happiest of moods currently, so I’m creating a sequel in an effort to cheer myself up. Music – the only thing … Continue reading

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Home

Home is a loose word, I often find my mind and, in turn, my spirit in other places. Sitting wrapped in a blanket I’ll physically be here or there but, in truth, I’ll be far, far away. Henry David Thoreau … Continue reading

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An Agreement to Disagree

I think we can all agree that, for the most part, politics suck. When I was younger, I think I just sort of fell into agreement with my family’s political views; one, because I didn’t pay any attention to what … Continue reading

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cracked rose-colored glasses

what happens to a garden that remains unkept? the flowers start wilting, their petals falling into the dry, crackling dirt. the resilient weeds start sprouting, entangling their way around the stems of the dying blooms. that old rose bush that … Continue reading

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