Writing
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In a forest—crouching, stepping, carefully dodging long vines that hang like snakes from a canopy of trees above. The dirt is dark and wet. My boot crunches, but when I take my next step, I’m barefoot. Naked. Rain begins to fall. The clouds are alive with brooding darkness and raging thunder. Shadows are released when…
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Bright blue eyes. “Wanna dance?” Hands meet–warm, uncertain, holding questions both real and imagined. What’s your name? Where you from? Do you feel lost too? Music wraps around us, a pulse of hope and doubt guides each step we take. It’s just a dance. So dance, let the moment hold what words can’t. Overcome with…
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I bend down—warm, almost hot water runs down my hands. I close my eyes and before the water can touch my face—I’m in your bed. The bed is made, the TV—the huge TV in the huge room, and I’m on the huge bed, alone. Our entire past, present, and future were sitting with me and…
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