My old friendships do not fade away into past planners, outdated calendars, and handwritten notes to return missed phone calls. I push them away because too many friends often means too many plans and I like to be alone most of the time.
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A Vibrant Stitch
It is a vibrant stitch - a hem between the heavens and me. Sometimes the cloth here is as crude as burlap. The needle pierces the skin, and...
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