Love
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Keeping The Soft Girl
I had an epiphany today. The soft girl. She’s found the place she remembers, the place she knows she’ll never leave again. Not for any job, not for any man. Not for any worldly fear that really wasn’t hers to… Continue reading
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In Spite Of It All
Beautiful girl. Up you get and off you go. Run when you can. Walk when you need. And love. Love always and ever after. In spite of it all. Continue reading
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Cry
When I cry, I melt all the pieces of you in me, and we flow into the world like the beautiful river we are, once again. Continue reading
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The Ocean Of All Of Us
Do you feel it? The song, dancing you into the breeze, can you sense it? Changing your every thought, your every need? It lives in the ocean of all of us. It plays in the rivers of those who believe.… Continue reading
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Everything Will Be Okay
Everything will be okay. Everything will be okay. Everything will be okay. Photo 1 credit: Photo by Snapwire on Pexels.com Photo 2 credit: Photo by Troy Guo on Pexels.com Photo 3 credit:… Continue reading
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Hungry Restless Soul
Love lives not in the sound of the music, but in the deep, melodic swell that fills the body of a hungry restless soul. Continue reading
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Moon and The Magic
Moon sat upon the edge of a cloud, dangling her feet in a manner of careless delight. ‘Sun?’ she said, as she casually tossed a star into the yellow of his shine. ‘Yes, Moon?’ Sun replied, careful to gaze at… Continue reading
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Aching Memories
Catch your aching memories and hang them in a tree. There they shall be beautiful, for all the world to see. Continue reading
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Perfect
It only took her an entire winter. But she finished it, eventually, without even glancing at the cupboard of unfinished things. There were wobbly patches and imperfections, but to the young boy, it was perfect. And, so, to her… it… Continue reading
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Beauty
Beauty is the home that fills my soul like a glorious day. Come to me, sweet beauty. Bring me your Sun. Let me feel your tender fingers sweep through my waiting soul. Continue reading