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Continue reading →: We can ramble
Well, I’m still waiting for my laptop to arrive. It’s probably not going to arrive now until Tuesday. Monday is a bank holiday here so I don’t think there’s deliveries on Monday. My neighbour kindly said she’d take it in for me, so I went to my parents house for…
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Continue reading →: #Socs my favourite coffee mug!
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “mug.’” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun! Well I decided to tell you all about my favourite coffee mug. I got it in New York. I got it in Starbucks. It says new York on it. I had two…
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Continue reading →: My random Friday afternoon 
I am enjoying a relaxed afternoon. I haven’t slept but now that I’m all wound up on coffee and caffeinated I don’t think I can sleep. I’m sitting on my recliner with a fleece blanket over me just relaxing and chilling out. I’m still waiting on my laptop. I tried…
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Continue reading →: An ode to the strength of survival
In the stillness of night, where silence wraps the world in a shroud of forgetfulness, I wander through the corridors of memory, each step echoing the weight of trauma— a reminder that the past is a mosaic of shattered glass, each fragment reflecting a story of pain. Truth lingers just…
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Continue reading →: #WOTD: Taxpayer
Once upon a time in the bustling town of Willow Creek, there lived a diligent woman named Clara Thompson, who was known to everyone as the town’s most devoted taxpayer. Every spring, as the trees bloomed with blossoms and the air filled with the sweet scent of fresh flowers, Clara…
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Continue reading →: Ritober: Fear of torture
In shadowed halls where whispers creep, Where silence hangs like promises we keep, A heart beats loud, a pulse like thunder, In the depths of dread, we are pulled asunder. Chains of worry, cold and tight, Dancing in dreams that steal the night, A grip of shadows, a breath held…
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Continue reading →: You are the beholder
People often say that “beauty is in the eye of the beholder,” and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder. Salma Hayek
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Continue reading →: Child abuse, a taboo topic of discussion
In shadows deep where silence clings, A whispered truth, a heartache sings, Behind closed doors where laughter’s guise, Hides scars that bleed from unseen cries. A fragile world where love should bloom, Is tangled tight in threads of gloom, Yet still we mask, we turn away, As innocence in darkness…
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