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Category: The Journey
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Queen Mimi's so terribly surprised her devotees are trapped in the bubble she blew some seven years ago. She has crossed bridges and tossed pens but her followers are stuck on the same page as back then, condemned to read it over and over again. The message sinks in every time and deadens the sense…
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Marion kept clear of the Sleepwalkers. Not all of them tripped and stumbled and fell to the cold concrete to get back up and fall down again. Many of the Sleepwalkers dashed about at an unnatural speed. Fast or slow, Marion became nauseated when a Sleepwalker got too close. She was on a different frequency,…
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You tell tales of every make and model because you must. If you don't, the earth will devour you like a pack of Nutty Bars made with love by Diminutive Deborah. Be the author of your own life. Write every day and/or night to gain insight. Right? The thing that takes up all the space…
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A. Power builds deep within my bones. B. A future unfolds on a far-off continent. C. There was never any reason to fear or doubt the course along which I roam. All of the above are jumping-off points, but only one is the channel that doesn't fight against the tide. Receive. Believe. Static is intuition…
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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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was it done as a larkor under a doctor'ssupervision? i just can't get pastthe beginning.you've left it blank.maybe a placeholder<INSERT USELESS WORDS>would've been betteruntil you figured outwhat to say.i can wait.i've got time.go now in search ofyour point of view.
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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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I asked for help and was handed a dandelion. I was just getting the hang of being a bird, now the universe wants me to be a weed. Tenacious. In your face. Plucky, some may say. In the presence of adversity it's best to hold one's own and look for the lesson in the mess.…
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What is it you've had to settle for, if ever, or have you always gotten your way?If the dust clears,If the fog thickens:Did you make the right call?Were there no other choices at all? Those memorized lines and well-rehearsed gesturesHave flung you so far afield of your dreamsThe golden thread is severedThe road awash in…
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