
Writing

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Sea, Stars, and Philosophy
Sit in the cold gray sand. Like a sand crab,
nestle between each grain and wait
for the waves to crash on the shore. Tell me how
the beach is like the sky, a map of tiny things
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The Rafters
Remember the old A-shaped house?
The one with the castle downstairs
And the spell around it?
It's empty now.
Did you know that?
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A Game of Cat and Mouse
The white mouse turns a corner and slides on the cold tile of the kitchen floor. The grey-striped cat follows closely behind, its claws clattering as it chases the quick blur of white.
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This Book
There was this book
That I used to read
When I was younger
It talked about all these women
All these women
Who did amazing things
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Observations on a Walk
I took a walk
through my neighborhood
just like any other walk,
but I noticed so many things.
The plum blossoms in shades of
white and pink were blooming
in the trees along the sidewalk. -
Speakeasy
The night air is filled with a strange energy. The air is sharp and cuts your skin like a tiny razor.