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winter coming
winter's coming on fast —
better chop enough wood.pluck the last fruits of the harvest —
then say goodnight to the garden,
resting under a blanket of leaves and love. -
Goodbye Whisper
In the vet's office.
My bunny, sedated.
They are coming soon with the second shot.She had a good life. I hope she finds peace.
I'm going to miss her so much.
I love you, Whisper. I'm sorry. -
in the "olden times"
Do you think people 100 years ago, in rural Vermont, looked up at the sky, at the milky way, the moon and all the stars? Do you think they marveled at them, and taught their children the constellations?
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lost tales
The wind sings-
she gathers stories, whispering tales of people lost long ago.she tells them to me
but I forget as soon as she is gone. -
Demon story (Unfinished)
The creature peered out from behind a boulder. Its single red eye glinted in the moonlight. There was nothing but darkness where the other eye should’ve been.
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Le corbeau et la femme
Je suis un corbeau avec un plumage noir. J’aime les bijoux. J’aime aller au parc. Je vois une femme avec un collier. Je veux le collier.
Alors, je fondre sur elle et prendre le collier. Je suis un content corbeau!
Loves
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If Autumn Were a Person
Wisps of long brown hair
escaping a orange knit hat
Honey brown eyes
Surrounded by black-rimmed glasses
Heart-shaped lips
Lightly covered in lip gloss
Cream sweater
Under a green puffy jacket
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A Letter for Everyone on YWP – One Last Time
Dear YWP,
The first time I wrote you a letter I was 13.
The second, 15.
I'm 18 now; how time flies, my lovely people.
And this is the last letter.
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Love is a Food?
Maybe,
like steak,
it needs to marinate.
Maybe,
like soup,
it needs to simmer.
Or, maybe,
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Love is an Abstract Painting
Love is an abstract painting:
Colors convey a feeling but not an idea
the frame barely holds it together and the lines
trail outward, repeat, and redouble
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This Time It's Real
This isn't a "see you in three months"
Because I'm not coming back
This isn't a "goodbye for now"
At least not all the goodbyes are that temporary,
This is a "I'll be back on Alumni day"
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cold water
the splash of a mountain creek,
my feet in a wild stream,
hiking in the hills,
swimming under waterfalls.old brooks
summer days
cold water.