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Have you ever pondered on how your life happened?
Everybody looks back when they are old enough on the seemingly minor or obviously life changing ..
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Your soul needs quiet to find itself.
You'd be hustling and mumbling and counting your problems, stuck in forever nowhere with strangers
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Softness brushes the glass pane, steadily patting at the window with delicate plush soles, the kind that make intricate embroidery patterns on freshly..
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“Who are you?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Who are you?”
Christine looked around, trying to garner some support from ..
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Dreams are our futures
sharing with our pasts,
and we their interpreters,
frustrating the first
and misunderstanding the latter.
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Sky camera shows why it’s best not to watch: this simple trick makes history dangerous, scrambling to recover experience. Search underway for mi..
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On my commute from work, I used to pass a graveyard. I was young and filled with want, as one is at that age, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, the age when ..
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Never had fall been more beautiful, a symphony of warm colors, like a nature’s embrace, and it made her feel loved by a love higher than this wo..
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Nature feels freer just before the morning
by shadow of darkness, by silver moon beam.
Life is then heightened, more precious, more vibrant
a whirl..
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I hide my pain, I ride the rain, I exercise my life in vain.
I see the shame, I fight the wane, I cry out from the tortured strain.
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