Loves
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When Mother's Hands Were Magic
Do you remember when your mother's hands were magic?
When they looked like hands
Smelled like hands
Felt soft and calloused and strong like hands but weren't like your hands because
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The Tree & The Wormlet
The soil gently shifted around the straw thin roots of the sprouting pine. Up, down, left, right, as a wormlet wiggled by. But as they passed, their tough roots, their fragile skin brushed against each other, like a brush stroke on a canvas.
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Chasing Stillness
A feeling I chase is silence. I search for it everywhere. In a world where stimulation is all around, I feel the need to get away from it all.
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The Death March of Autumn
it's 11:20 on a cloudy october night
and the world is falling to my feet.
the world is falling to my feet
as autumn leaves perform their death march to the ground
