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Control
Control. Lack of it. Need for it. Flight from it. Control. There will always be hunger for freedom. Continue reading
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Isn’t It Funny
Isn’t it funny that for a moment you forgot how wonderful you are. Sweet, dancing sunshine. Isn’t it funny. Continue reading
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Human
I cannot un-see the dirty cheeks: the little toothless boy in the back of the ambulance. It was a bomb. How many of his family lay buried beneath the rubble, I’ll never know, I looked away. Every so often I… Continue reading
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A Story
It smells like a roast but it feels like a story of love, of a garden, and of home. Continue reading
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Brave Face
I walk the streets listening to music that makes me cry. I suppose I will do this until I have made peace with my past and become all that I am in this moment forever onwards, but for now, this… Continue reading
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Sending A Cuddle
Hello my beautiful bloggy friends 🙂 Technically I’m still on my bloggy break, but I’ve been feeling an urge to reach out to you all and send some invisible flying cuddles, just incase you need them. There is such thickness… Continue reading
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Who Are You?
Who are you? What do you need to feel like the you you’ve forgotten you are. Hint: It’s the first thing that comes to your mind, bloggy friends. Doing that thing will help you live your best life. I’m so… Continue reading
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Each Day
May each day bring each heart a brand new shining sun. Continue reading
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A Quiet Day
Today my heart is quiet. And it knows deeply that it has lived. Continue reading
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