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Continue reading →: Beyond the horizon
Beyond the horizon, the sea meets the sky, Waves whisper secrets the wind carries near. Beyond the horizon, where dreams dare to fly, The light bends softly, as day turns to sigh. Stars will awaken as darkness draws nigh, Waves whisper secrets the wind carries near. Beyond the horizon, the…
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Continue reading →: Chestnuts
Beneath the hush of winter’s breath they glow, Brown jewels cradled in a paper cone, Chestnuts crackle softly, warm and slow, A fireside song in sparks and moan. Their skins split wide with sugared seams, Steam rising like a whispered prayer, Carrying childhood, bells, and dreams Through candlelight and frosted…
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Continue reading →: the pageant
The entry form trembled in Mara’s hands like a confession. She checked the box for Talent—“piano,” she wrote, though Lila only practiced when the neighbors complained. “Smile,” Mara said, kneeling to smooth her daughter’s curls. The mirror showed two faces: one eager, one trying to be. Lila’s crown was plastic,…
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Continue reading →: Healing is like climbing a mountain
Healing is a mountain with no single trail, Its face changing with weather, with light, with you. Some days it rises gentle, pine-scented and wide, Other days it’s all shale and slipping ground. You begin with hope packed light in your chest, A map sketched from stories of those who…
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Continue reading →: At the airport…staggy? Who’s staggy
Here is a video of me visiting the airport in Illinois, it was when me and my friend were going to disneyworld on vacation. Airport
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Continue reading →: I never knew
I never knew that anxiety could whisper like a friend who won’t leave I never knew that anxiety could fold time until minutes felt like hours I never knew that anxiety could turn silence into a crowded room I never knew that anxiety could teach my heart to sprint while…
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Continue reading →: This is my story
I leave the room without moving, a quiet exit through the back of my eyes. The clock keeps talking, but its language can’t reach me here. My hands belong to someone helpful, efficient, kind— I watch them like birds on a wire, knowing the shape of flight but not the…
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Continue reading →: Friday quote
“The purpose of life is to live it, to taste experience to the utmost, to reach out eagerly and without fear for newer and richer experience.” Eleanor Roosevelt
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Continue reading →: A hamburger, a lunch
At noon the day folds open, warm and bright, A paper tray, a table in the light. Between my hands, a humble work of art— A burger waiting, patient at the start. The bun is soft, a quiet golden crown, It yields, then lifts my wandering spirits down. A whisper…
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Continue reading →: Rain is music
Rain is music from Angels dropping their love notes To dear mother earth
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Continue reading →: I sink in suds
I sink in suds to let the worries fade, Warm water hums a lullaby of ease. The candlelight turns time to gentle shade. I sink in suds to let the worries fade. My breathing slows; the hurried mind is stayed, Soft bubbles bloom like drifting, drowsy seas. I sink in…
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Continue reading →: I blink back tears
I blink back tears, holding storms behind my eyes, smiling through the ache. I blink back tears as silence learns my name, and stays to listen. https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2025/11/08/rdp-saturday-blink/
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