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Between Edges

She traced edges, her finger jagged and unsteady, the mystifying way ahead bending corners. Sometimes, closing her eyes, it uncovered crystal life images she’d never seen. Why did life take so long to explain? Why was she taking so long … 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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Her Past

It wasn’t a past she was proud of, nor was it her own, but it was hers to take on. It wasn’t a past she wanted, nor was it inescapable, but it was for her to be responsible. It wasn’t … Continue reading

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Identities

We’re undercover operatives in life’s hide and seek clinging to the truth of who we are, but fearing should we speak. Having to justify our existence should we stray from the line, fearful that what other operatives see is our … Continue reading

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