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was my grandfather a highway robber?

Let’s go on a voyage of discovery to the land of the Hutsuls. It would be a great place to fall in love and find a husband.  1,233 more words


A surplus.

Thinking about reincarnation, I worry about the potential surplus of consciousness.

blunt (adj).

I love you, and I want to love you more, and always. Do you love me?

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Sit with the Dead

“I don’t think she’s breathing!”

It had been the dining room before they had installed the hospice bed, had scurried in with the paraphernalia of a sick room, had hoisted a dying woman carefully but without ceremony onto the sheets and covered her in blankets. 1,604 more words


out of the mines and into the woods


My great-grandfather Antal, born in 1850, was Barbara’s great-grandson and my grandma Erzsebet’s father.  Antal’s father, grandfather and great-grandfather had all been salt miners in the small salt mining town in the hills of Maramures county.   1,790 more words


satiate (v).

Here is what I want: not lavish things. I want to quit meeting dreams with a heavy sigh and all of this pausing, and I want to build, I want to play, I want to try.   44 more words

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