Writing
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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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Butterflies and warmth. Goosebumps and geese. Green and yellow and orange, crispy leaves crunch under my feet. A breeze that brings with it a fire some 20 or 30 miles away, mixed with the feathers of birds, pine needles, and sunshine. Night comes sooner, but the time hasn’t changed. The turning of time, the turning…
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