I’ve heard Frida Kahlo paints flowers so
they will not die.
I am not a painter, but I wonde
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I’ve heard Frida Kahlo paints flowers so
they will not die.
I am not a painter, but I wonde
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Do you ever wonder if sand wants to become glass?
Trillions of little sand particles, each unique
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"Stop fidgeting. You look like a drug addict," Charles said, taking Elise by the hand.
She shook him off. "I can't help it. The band tickles my wrist."
"Then don't wear it."
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You cried when you learned Kobe Bryant died.
And not just silent tears that streamed down
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The crying was overwhelming. The sound rung in my ears like when the church bells sang. Laughter flowered out of Her lips, blooming into the jubilant sound I hear. Her hair tangled like a bird’s nest ... [+]
Dimensional rifts are common.
In fact, they are so common that in many universes they are not noticed anymore. Dimensional rifts are the cosmic connections from one universe to another, o
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My friend explains to me that no one says
"Stretch me out between the tracks
of direction in
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A rainy weekend was a rarity in Clarence. For most of the year, the sun was relentless in its barrage on the town, reflecting off the green surface of the man-made lake and the otherwise arid ... [+]
This story isn’t a cute story or a quaint story, but it is a true story that I can’t quite make sense of. There was traveling and there was cancer, and then there were snail shells that have to mean ... [+]
I did not want to write this out. I do not want to write this out. That’s the difference between me and other writers: I do not want to do this. The therapist said it would help. I call bull crap on ... [+]
I have nothing
left to lose
when it comes
to you. You
not only
fractured
this
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You baffle me
Most of the time like a raging river you rush forwards
Other times you’re more
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One of my earliest memories is running around my great-grandmother’s backyard catching fireflies. Grandma Marie lived in Virginia, and, at least once a year, we would make the nine-hour journey to ... [+]
He came from out behind the shadows dark,
Of mysteries full I did not presume.
And as he spoke
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