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Autobiographies.

I often wonder how people write autobiographies. That wonderment often boils down to my curiosity of how life plays out. How does one go about living a life interesting enough to write about? What is it to live a life … Continue reading

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Dear My Long Lost Mother

Dear Mother, The memory of you fades more and more each day I grow older. What I remember is the crashing waves against the sandy coast lines of Malibu. The wind blowing into my hair from the rolled down windows. … Continue reading

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Sonder

7.6 billion people 195 countries 7.6 billion stories told from different perspectives from different eyes in different worlds in different lives one mother is crying as she carries her newborn baby in her arms another is crying while her own … Continue reading

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Dark Lights

There once used to be so much brightness in my life So much light The kind of light that shows itself through the floaty leaves flowing in the autumn breeze The sunlight that glistens against the piercing blue, salty ocean … Continue reading

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Fair Harborside (4)

Read Fair Harborside (1), Fair Harborside (2), and Fair Harborside (3) Frank abruptly walked headlong into a grimy wall. His mind wishing for the beautiful side of the city had tried to take a right turn, but he was on a rounded road. … Continue reading

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Fair Harborside (3)

Read Fair Harborside (1) and Fair Harborside (2) Amelia was city-made and city-grown. From where she lived the city was just a writhing mass, gridded like a chessboard, and full of monotony. Her circuits were overstimulated. She was surrounded by wires, cords, … Continue reading

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Fair Harborside (2)

Read Part 1 here Below Amelia and beyond the borders of her glass and marble version of the city, the eyes of the workers were cast in coal and ash. Those of the slums were fading out of being, becoming just … Continue reading

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