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Category: Beauty
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Where exactly on the color wheel, Coral, do you spend your time? Today's contemplation had me staring at chips that ranged from Tomato to Tan, with a dash of Peach Blossom Ballet Slipper to boot. I'm thankful I'm not painting rooms, just taking lessons in color to help with writerly endeavors. Color, illumination, angle —…
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too much noisenot the right kind of stimulipatience is in short supplyit gets pulled/punched/stretched/snappedlittle things become big dealswhen the permission slip is signed Hold up… Turn down the volume = no more noise.Not everyone's story needs to be heard. Practice gratitude when you're not in the mood.The small stuff is what days are made…
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It isn't enough to be brave and bold. Fearlessness can numb the senses as much as it encourages action. Behaviors change as we alter the course of our lives. The only thing that matters when bright colors fade and dreams become staid and respectable is the swiftness in which one offers kindness. We all get…
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i get a short-of-breath, wobbly knee feeling at this time of year. scalp tingles while eyes tear up and gooseflesh stretches over my bones. i look best wind-whipped and splintered as the yellows and reds compliment my temperament. my hair is a tangle of autumnal neglect. i celebrate these short-lived days before i return…
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Temples aren't impressed with my insistence they look nicer in a rich truffle brown. No amount of color can penetrate the tenacious grays that scream: Here comes a woman of a certain age. Mature! Seasoned! Older! All well and good. Tell it to my failing sight and arthritic knees. The bunions are lovely, too. Scowly,…
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Standing in the midst of magic. White buds and pink fog are a delicious mix on which the wise ones feed. To learn the difference between craft and trickery is why we gather in this field. Breathe in the innocence of pear blossoms. Venture into the timeless mist that captures the essence of everything it…
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What a strange existence it would be to only see the sun rise, with its tangerine blaze streaking the sky. Time marches in place, enchanting the heart and tricking the mind. No retreat into dusk. No green rim to kiss the horizon good night. What must it be like to live in a world where…
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Truth and subterfugedebate their meritsin the sliver of timewhen light and dark entwineChemical attractionCloud passing overParticle refractionLie down in cloverMagic dies and is rebornin the twilight hour
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The best ideas come to you when resting in the shade of an apple tree. The future is on hold as you look up to count the reds, and yellows, and greens hanging off heavy limbs. A cloud of sweetness lures the birds and worms to your tiny corner of the orchard. The future is…
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Sarah saw herself as dweller of the swift water and green glen. She studied mood and atmosphere from the moss covered trees. They filtered light; letting it drape, silky and shimmering, across rock and buttercup. She yearned to learn the trees' secret for spinning gold. Sarah needed many threads to elevate her status. The sky,…
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