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Do you have an arrow you follow? A compass? Something that guides you when you lose sight of land? We all do, whether or not we realise it. Sometimes, the guides that we follow are not very clear. Or, their arrows are not true and it’s difficult to discern if we are heading the right…
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Lovers Getaway

The joy of wriggling feet in wet sand as waves tease toes with cool kisses, one after the other in the rhythmic love of touch.
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The worlds that we are. The magnificence that each body represents. Even when flawed, or experiencing illness. I have had to sit and watch the IV drop in silence, more than once in my life. Have you? I didn’t feel like a masterpiece in the middle of my pain. But that doesn’t change the fact…
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Creamy New

The statue’s skin was creamy white. It spoke of new thoughts, ideas, and beliefs. The cracks already forming around elbows, wrists and ankles revealed cheapness. Good intentions hurried, ignoring minuscule weaknesses. The bird crap on shoulders reminded, nature will have its way. When the first hand crumbled, a raven laughed. ©2022 Mary Grace van der…
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Who? Why? There is always a reason someone turns on the lights, strikes a match, or opens shutters. It takes intention. The effects of that one action go beyond the single act and affect everyone who inhabits the darkness. be them human, bug, or bacteria. Light, and the act of lighting. Such small things, such…
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Logic, the container that lets you place all your emotions in order. Alone logic is neat but empty. It can explain, but lacks the warmth and meaning that makes life worthwhile. Emotions without a holder, they roll around and make a mess at our feet. But they are a healthy staple and give our life…
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The trees looked ugly and sad. Dead black things standing in silent testament to what once was.
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Is it the flower, or the old car that is sad?
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Have you ever pulled a plant out of those flimsy plastic pots they start them in at greenhouses and garden departments? It always scares me when I do.
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Campfires are one of my favorite things. As a little girl, I loved to char the end of a stick in the fire, and use it to write.
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