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Category: Love
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hemmed in on both sides shallow habits break my will channel compassion
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It's not sinking in. The mess you made and the message left to explain it. Oil and what? Night and day are at it again. We may as well face facts: the world revolves around someone else's plan. Our best efforts to saturate the landscape with each other's blood isn't going to change the course…
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Tell the wash to wait. LifeLaughterLove Takes 1st Place. Kitchen Sink Wisdom.
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Experiences make us who we are. Choices must be made. The outcome? Something happens, it always does. Right or wrong or unexpected beyond belief. The reasons why we do things line our faces, whiten our hair, cloud our eyes. Then we know more than we ever thought possible. Good times are locked safe and tight…
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The best vantage point in the house is right here under the tree. Angels and snowmen rub noses. Stars dance above my head. Blinking, twinkling ~ red-blue-green-gold ~ the colors cast circles on the floor. In the middle of all the excitement is where I like to be. Even with my eyes closed, the worlds…
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Sara refuses to reuse bags, bottles, jars, twist ties, aluminum roasting pans and pie tins. The list goes on, actually. These handful of items are just the ones Sara was going to toss today until I intercepted the bounty. It's Christmas, for crying out loud. Some of those bags are plain, brown grocery type with…
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I read your rolled up note. Took me a few minutes to get it out of the bottle, and then the edges were wet because the cork leaked, but all the words were there. I appreciated the message but it didn't go deep with me. Guess I've been spoiled by all these years of exposure.…
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My problem? I've got too much vision. It fogs up my View-Master. When the little pictures spin so fast I can't tell where I'm at, or what it is I see, I consult the works of others. Stories that germinate inside someone else's melon provide a useful barometer for my foul weather days. Some rough…
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The 10th is when the barrier between our worlds becomes thin as monofilament. Eight Octobers have revealed glimpses of how you spend your days now that clocks and calendars are unnecessary: Accurate casts hit the target in swift-moving rivers. The crowd chants "DEFENSE!" Sweet, crisp air is ringed by thick, delicious smoke. Karaoke. Today…
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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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