The villain from last night's movie chased me into my dreams, even though I was hiding under the covers.
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A Wise Friend
A wise friend is akin to a book of old wisdom. A book of bone and soul and skin. A book that breathes and speaks and eats. A book with a so...
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I want you to be free someone who is heard and seen a child who is free. I want you to feel to move through every emotion witnessing your...
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In my denim skirt, floral blouse and old olive-green flats, I sit beside Scott in a small glass bank office. We are applying for our first...
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You have it again. That sudden shame. Those words spinning like a rusty roundabout inside the playground of your skull. This brain activity...
You crack me up! I look at your blog every day hoping for more stories...keep up the good work!
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