Six hours after I thought I saw you on the bus, I was still looking over my shoulder. Suddenly I was seeing my hair the…
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The cut on her arm is thin, beaded at one end with blood. Fresh and untouched. Does she know it’s there or did her paper…
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We listened to Nancy Sinatra, the sky was lavender, and we were eating that fancy cheese I kept hearing about. We didn’t have to be…
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Fleeting Thoughts No.1
I have started to believe that everything is living and breathing, ebbing, and flowing. Sometimes that means things ebb towards me and sometimes they flow…
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