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A Small Dark Place

It was something she did, never questioning why, finding a small dark place, a safe place to drain her eyes. It didn’t purge the memories, her reminders of abuse, but brought important reminders she could put to use. That small … Continue reading

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Progression

Death. Mourning. The fallen tree: energy still giving. When the old dreams die the soul takes to wreathing, but the dear dream that perishes is so another might begin breathing. Sometimes wisdom begs us to surrender, to allow us to … Continue reading

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