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Category: Beauty
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Miracles are made out of tedium. Simple. You're welcome. One finds beauty in the verdant glade, summer's serenade, in secrets best kept locked away. Who knows one's heart better than…? Light shines in the skipped beat we never even missed. Joy is a spreadable substance. Try it. Repeat.
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"Be like that bird there in the live oak," Gary told me over the back fence. "Don't overthink your decisions. Take action but don't fall in love with any one particular outcome. You'll get your supper sure enough. What difference does it make if it's a worm or a cricket?" "Well, there's the texture thing.…
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The pool must be pretty on the surface. We would never come near it if we knew what it held. What hides beneath tranquility are all the dark thoughts and nightmares that seek to keep us firmly in our place. Frozen in fear. Shrunken with inactivity. A soothing reflection deceives. It is only fiction if…
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What I do feeds me. HeartBodyMindSoul. Nourished. No siren goes broke.
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Things That Inspire: Obsession isn't one of them. Mindless attachment to objects and places sure doesn't warrant admiration. Imitation drains the spirit but people feel flattered by it just the same. No, can't say a facsimile thrills me. Neither does blind devotion to a specific outcome. I deduct points for every sign that goes unnoticed.…
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it's all about the work: the word, the note, the emotion, the shade. capture and catalogue. catch and release. the river carries away memory while the sea retains every pain and mistake. it's hard to recall that which never happened at all but an impression was made just the same. such is the beauty of…
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Sew your suit of armor and don't skimp on the red thread. All you have to do is look at the Emperor and know you can believe everything you've read. No fearNo shameNo dread of falling out of fashion. The bronze scars where buttons and bows should be are beautiful against a blank canvas. Put…
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Mastering the art of concealment. Track the quarry and give chase. Stealth brings out the eyes. Add a dab of blood behind each ear. Pull the lips back to drive the point home. We've never lost our taste for the easy kill. I am who I am despite the disguise.
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Winter weather smackdown due to blow through any time now. Chilliness at which others may scoff but, hey … I live in Texas. Extra layers will be added to my toilette for the rest of the week. I'd take extra hair; wooly, like Santa's, if it'd disappear as soon as the temperature warmed up. A…
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Some of the students' offerings were hasty sketches. A few of the pieces presented were formulaic; even worse, sentimental. But four artists found poetry in the suggestion, the tease, the pale outline held up to the light that could only be filled in by someone with nothing to lose. Of all the measures taken to…
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