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Category: Change
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10. There are many worlds one can inhabit. 9. All we have to do is lose our way. 8. Trade in the standard-issue brain. 7. Grow a backbone and feathers. 6. (Our skin was always thin.) 5. Doors never stay shut. 4. Fate lives in caves. 3. Love likes nests. 2. Let…
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A foolin reverseset the hermitageon fire. In hindsight,fly blind.
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If you love language like I love language, you may have come across this essay on your travels. Read it more than once, perhaps? Well, lucky us: Saturdays are for sharing, pants-wearing is optional, and I can't pass up a chance to post wordy/bookish stuff that floats my goat. Fun Thing To Do (honest): watch…
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April sings us to sleep with her raindrop accompaniment. All is blustery and wild outside while we dream of abundant fields. April laughs at our wistful reverie. She wonders how we could possibly think one day can serve her. One day of remembrance is a mockery. April is budding beauty kept evergreen in poetry and…
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Things that are good: not meant to be understoodThings that are bad: make us come backReturn to the turnstile with one eye on the skyThe other on the lieForget all that was taughtIt was memorized for naughtYesterday's pain and confusion become Stepping Stones and Building BlocksNow a quick look over the shoulderSignalChangeLanes
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In a galaxy far, far away (i.e.: in one of time's many iterations) I am 12. I watch a new hope unfold. It is bigger than the screen in front of me. It surrounds and drowns out all other thoughts. The picture starts over at high noon so no one is late and no one…
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washwithout the waste. Water Swallowed Works The Best. droughtwill notdepart.
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Each reader a gift and time is priceless. My gratitude to you for reading this sentence. Our path crossed, a message transmitted and received. What fun to wonder where words end up when I put away the scratchpad. I'd venture a guess these scribbles remain responsive despite their micro-sized presence in the Mighty Blogosphere. I'm…
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What to do when everything is true? Make sure the water never runs out. Prophecy, she said to me. Don't be afraid of the afterthought: The longer I stayThe less this planeFeels like homeSpring rainsCleanse the blood All that is necessary fits in a basket.
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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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