Semi-Daily Scribbles
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Category: We’ve met before.
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You showed up late but in time for me to know the wait is over. No need to move slower. We've been running after each other through different timelines. What a crime. No surprise that we'd have never made it to see another sunrise had it not been for the signs. An early grave. No…
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We stared at a map on the wallDuring a break from paying our dues Just you and me and the man in the treeLens focused on capturing what cannot be seenA howl from the other room warned of a time to comeThat would define us all too soon Like brilliant silver light from a dying…
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Curiosity is no crime. Language barrier? No such thing. But from time to time we wander into uncertain terrain. Let us hope we've crossed paths with an opportunity to learn and make a new friend. The alternative evokes images of a cookfire with a pot of something simmering in need of a good tater or…
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Disarm me with your charms, but know that your personality is problematic.(Yeah – don't know which one of us is the addict.)But here we are in the woods, a stare-down in progress.Each one of us casts a light of varying intensity, all in the service of demanding transparency.Disrupting the other in an unfolding tale of…
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So maybe I had this all wrong. Maybe I’m not the control freak I always thought I was. I keep showing up, yeah? If I weren’t willingly riding the Wave of Meh, I’d be bailing on you every chance I could. Granted, I’m not creating any legacy by overstaying my welcome at _ _ _…
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To be present, truly in the moment, involves the people, places and things within reach. What is beyond one's range of vision is of no concern (it isn't even real, anyway.) "Well, you won't have to listen to that again." "Thank gawd." "Pretty much the problem though, yeah?" … crickets … "Yeah. I don't know…
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You told me you live in your own world. "Don't place too much trust in me." You forgot what we talked about a month ago. Our conversation was important. It had to do with self-awareness and the color I'd recently painted the walls of my study. "Forgetfulness means I never think of you when we're…
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The flip side of pain is love, and what is love but a vehicle to keep us from dying a new death every day? Love is also a gateway to disappointment and heartbreak and insecurity. One cannot have a well-lived existence without the sweet agony of wallowing in The Big Three — d / h…
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call outcall outcall out like you do check your privilege at the door saying you've got allergies will not suffice anymore i think the flu is here to stayits symptoms are the key toThe Gateway PSA:this song has helped more people than any number of hours spent having one's noggin prodded.
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Oh my gosh! Remember my question last Tuesday? "You don't even play the game, do you?" And how you shook your head with a wide-eyed look and mouthed the word No? Scouts were on the lookout all along. The noticers noticed who showed up. Another way to put this? You are having your Tower Moment,…
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