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I close my eyes and listen to the swishing from the water rolling down the summit. The air is frigid, and still. I’m still not sure how I ended up on this snowy mountain cap, the trees whispering to me that I’m welcome here. Another flickering soul beside me. In yoga today I balanced better
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I’m told that being happy all of the time is an American construct. The French do have a way of bluntness that I’ve always admired. When he said it, I remembered something my sister had said to me not long ago. She said, “I don’t believe in the pursuit of happiness, it causes too much
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What is a feral boy to do Like the light he’s my muse Where is a feral girl to go when she’s somehow warm surrounded by snow
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I don’t own Or owe I will reap What I sow I walked From the pyre My old self Set on fire
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A nurse and a doctor disagree on death. That is of course after they shed their clothes and had their own little deaths. Although I have permission to use his real name, I think I’ll spare him the exposure, for now. I’m sure the conversation came about due to the lingering oxytocin. Otherwise, what would
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I brought home a difficult 1000-piece puzzle from the bookstore. I laid it out directly onto the spare dining room table, a room central to the rest of the house. My ex-husband’s house that is. I live here half the week in an adjacent building with a studio, it’s basically like the apartment I had,
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I sometimes feel human emotion. I know, rare. Like a trained dog, I can turn off my emotions like a master switch on a breaker. I’ve practiced it for as long as I can remember. Feeling deep love for another person only goes as far as my willingness to allow myself to be held onto.
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He sat in the passenger seat of my car surrounded by blinding snow covered trees, as I explained to him how I truly felt about my friend Liz. As I spoke, I realized that he was the first person to hear how deeply I hold my bond with her. I guess I’ve never thought to
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This isn’t a piece about romance, nor is it of a love story. It’s about the true meaning of twin flames. Having met a few in my lifetime it came as no surprise to me that I’d find one right under my nose in the middle of the night. When kindred spirits meet, there is
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I sat in the parking lot and stared out towards the blinding white snow that sat almost perfectly along the tree line. My new friend and I have had a few after work morning sessions, in which I genuinely unleash everything it is I’m thinking onto him. But in that moment, among the freshly lined
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