Life
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The Night
Sometimes, the night wakes me. When the night wakes me I lie in bed and march through life in my mind, smiling at all the lovely things, frowning at all the things I wish the day had kept to itself.… Continue reading
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The Happy Driver
Arki was a taxi driver, but in his heart he was a writer. He knew he was a writer because the words never stopped racing in his mind until they were out. Neither did the joyous feeling they stirred in… Continue reading
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Human Nature
On the ninth day of Christmas I felt sadness inside of me and I cried. Who am I to keep sadness prisoner inside these flimsy human walls of mine? Sadness deserves freedom just as much as joy does. On the ninth… Continue reading
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Smile
On the eighth day of Christmas I wondered how the steps I take with my average girl feet might change the world— even in some small way. I wondered for about a second and then I stopped wondering and just…smiled.… Continue reading
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Couch Chat
On the seventh day of Christmas the sun came and then it went. In between the coming and going of the sun lots of love happened. Lots of smiles. A couple of sad thoughts. Hardly any cranky ones— hells yes.… Continue reading
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Home
On the fifth day of Christmas my heart remembered it has another name. Home. Continue reading
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Peace
On the fourth day of Christmas my soul took me back to the river. Same river. Different tree. The feeling was the same, though. The feeling of the river washing all the sharp bits out of me. Making me soft… Continue reading
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When Life Was Beautiful
It’s the third day of Christmas. And here I am sitting under the shade of a barky tree, listening to the river, counting my blessings as they float on by. What is this beautiful life? What is this warm breeze… Continue reading
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Dear Santa
Dear Santa, It’s the second day of Christmas and here I am writing to you! Surprise! I know. It’s been FOREVER. I’ll try not to leave it so long next time. I wonder if you’ll even get this little email… Continue reading
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