January 2012
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Dec 31st
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“A good traveler has no fixed plan, and is not intent on arriving.”
– Lao Tzu
Dec 31st
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Dec 23rd
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Listen And it’s three months, we’re still...
Dec 23rd
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Dec 20th
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“In quietness and in confidence shall be your strength.” -Isaiah 30:15c
Dec 20th
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Dec 19th
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Listen Here I wait, in this safe place. Where we were...
Dec 17th
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ListenListen
Dec 12th
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Dec 10th
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Cleaning up the dregs of my backburner.
Because you were special and I was only human. Because I always felt something with you that I never did with anyone else. And perhaps I had hoped to carry your drunken heart home with me that night, with all the strength that the latter didn’t have. And maybe it was just the amaretto, the warmth of your skin, the way your nose brushed mine. Though it could also be our first kiss on your...
Dec 10th
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Dec 10th
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Your lips and foreign stirrings.
The cold singes my skin as I remove my tattered jacket. Eyes damp, fingers trembling. Scrubbing my face while divining my worth. Confused and only slightly insane. Guilty, so guilty. But unable to shake it off. Unable to shake you off. And it’s almost funny how I don’t think I’d want to even if I could.
Dec 10th
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“What is reality anyway? Nothing but a collective hunch.”
– Jane Wagner
Dec 7th
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Dec 5th
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Dec 3rd
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Laughter will always shake me.
Yours, and mine. That spark of life in your eyes. I remember days when I was so small, full of vigor and able to create worlds far beyond this one. People who lived in closets and attics, and dolphins who swam in my backyard. I remember inventing my own friends, fellow souls to share all I had to give. And they would share back. Brimming with questions and wonder, my euphoria tempered only by the...
Dec 3rd
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