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The Adventures Of A Hungry Girl
My glasses are shining back at me from the library window. In hindsight, I should have eaten. Actual lunch I mean, not just the Honey and Date Loaf that quite accidentally fell into my belly at around lunchtime today. I… Continue reading
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Everything I need
I close my eyes to the world and then there is only me. When there is only me I can feel. I can see. I can know everything I need to know. And when I need to know more— I close… Continue reading
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Friday Waffle
I’ve blown up the heater, again. Both of them. First the ducted heating, then the little beige buzzy thing I set up to replace it. That went within ten minutes of me turning it on, so I suppose this means… Continue reading
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The Sun Is Waiting
I’m terribly sorry, but I can’t stay. I have plans to sit on the grass and breathe. The sun is waiting. Continue reading
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Rainy Days
The Sun once told me not to run from the rain. It told me to seek it. To cherish it. To never forget that, without the rain, beauty misses out on its chance to grow. Now, when the rain comes, I get my coat.… Continue reading
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A Love Story
Here’s a story. A love story. There once was a girl who never stopped believing in the magical powers of a chocolate biscuit. The End. Continue reading
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The Soft Girl and The Book
The brownie is delicious. The coffee is fine. And, for the first time in a good little while, I am at a cafe, sinking into a booth seat, quietly reflecting on the peace of it all. I’m the soft girl… Continue reading
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Deep Diving: The Experiment
This is a little experiment where I will write. And I will not stop. Until I feel it’s time. Time, it’s an abstract concept, don’t you think? It’s not of the world, but also, it is. In an odd kind… Continue reading
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Beautiful
A face in the mirror; a gentle head tilt; a naked, swan neck. Her fingers find the soft of her collar bone and drift upward: chin, cheek, forehead— every part of her, delicate. Like a bird, she thinks. The mirror… Continue reading