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Maybe the birds knew before I did. As they watched me from above, looking straight ahead towards my heart. It’s possible the waves crashing ashore on the bay knew too, as they danced for me, my hair joining them with the wind. The trees saw it happening before I did, as the mountain air held
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Perched crows over there wonder if they smell him on my jacket and in my hair I watch as they watch me I know what they’re hoping to see I look up at the roof with the crows What I know nobody knows He’s in my heart and in my soul Filled me with warmth
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The Blue Heron stood like a flagpole as the wind gently rustled his feathers. He stared onto the Lake and in his stillness, I sat in stillness too and watched him. I came to this place with almost nothing to my name, no plan, no clear path. All I knew was I wanted to give
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When I witness something beautiful I wish it to be with you Like looking through your eyes Into your deep ocean blue Depth like the darkness of the sea You’ve awakened waves inside of me
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My father doesn’t walk; he shuffles. I watched as he dragged his feet across the kitchen to stare at the fridge magnets. He read one and shook his head in disagreement, wonder if it was the one my mother put up there about men. He didn’t notice me in the corner. It’s Thanksgiving and I
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I don’t know where I’ve lost my head to, or where I’ve left my mind. I’m sure they’re both somewhere high in the peak surrounded by clouds of white soft oceans. There was a pause, as if time had stopped. Then in synchronicity we said, “Why not.” Why not. It’s how I base most my
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Nice to meet you, I am me I’m still unsure who that could be I could be someone, or nobody I could be ethereal, I could be free Don’t hold onto my sand too tight I could be a bird, I could take flight
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I can see why Stephen King chose cold and remote places for a lot of his stories. There is something eerie in the air when you’re so far away from another soul, no one around to save you. That’s the beauty in fear, it reminds us of our humanity. I’ve been secluded in so many
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Oh Gloria! I’ve met someone new He comes from the very same place as you! And from him I’m told When you come from the cold You learn to survive Alone in your mind Oh, Grandmother Gloria now I see Why it is you wished to be free
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Ever run down a steep hill as a kid? Feeling your stomach rise into your chest as you plotted your next move to avoid hitting the bushes and other obstacles along the way. How exhilarating. My sister tells me, in her mom voice, that I am high risk, and it worries her. What can I
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