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"Keep dancing. Keep dreaming. Keep the music alive." - Phil Lesh Phil Lesh, a long-time original member of the Grateful Dead, passed away in late…
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Blowing out candles together In my reflection, In the parade we all somehow walked through Another year. I wonder if, this in my new year,…
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No…..there is never enough love, at least genuine non judgmental love felt and expressed in any constructive way…...because people are constantly substituting love for lust,…
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When it comes down to it, she hasn't kept anything. Not the china or the silverware, not the enormous flat-screen television she never wanted in…
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To be honest, I'd never even heard of the term "social isolation" until this whole virus took hold of all of our lives and everything…
Keep ReadingFor centuries, throughout their extensive family tree, the notorious Rassov’s trusted only each other. It had to be that way, for the nature of the…
I remember laying on the ground of the pews at my aunt’s funeral. I named my stuffed animal after her once she passed away. I…
Guilt came coming To see if he could woo “Begone,” Shame said I’ve had enough of you. Guilt slithered over to see if Hate would…
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Guilt came coming To see if he could woo “Begone,” Shame said I’ve had enough of you. Guilt slithered over to see if Hate would…
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I remember laying on the ground of the pews at my aunt’s funeral. I named my stuffed animal after her once she passed away. I…
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For centuries, throughout their extensive family tree, the notorious Rassov’s trusted only each other. It had to be that way, for the nature of the…
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"Keep dancing. Keep dreaming. Keep the music alive." - Phil Lesh Phil Lesh, a long-time original member of the Grateful Dead, passed away in late…
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Growing old is so many things that sometimes it feels like it is everything and nothing, like air, like time. I have aches in all…
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Her father's death scarred Agatha. Those years that her and her mother were alone devastated her. Her mother, trying to run the shipping business by…
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Even the darkest heart, bent on punishing fellow men, exterminating and ridding the world of Evil,…even when one’s life purpose is , to put it…
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Blowing out candles together In my reflection, In the parade we all somehow walked through Another year. I wonder if, this in my new year,…
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No…..there is never enough love, at least genuine non judgmental love felt and expressed in any constructive way…...because people are constantly substituting love for lust,…
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It was Agatha's favorite time of day, dusk. After her teaching duties, she stealed away to the docks. While mutti cared for John. She stayed…
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There's a ghost on the other end of the line. I can hear her breathing. I heard her words a few days ago. They were…
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Agatha had hidden in her father's I house for weeks after his death. Her life had become a series of breathes. In, out, each a…
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