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What the hell is that? Anjana thought as the house brought
their attention to a “Hot Seat” placed in front of the guests. 304 more words
20 hours, 6 minutes
Finding The Doorway to Freedom.
Thick black smoke filled Rebecca’s house.
A fire smoldering embers choking without air
in the hearth, the damper swung closed… 300 more words
1 day, 8 hours
Get Off Of My Cloud!
I say it loud and proud.
Not to judge
(I do, and so do you)
but your all nuts! 424 more words
6 days, 16 hours
Searching for that other equanimity
in my life.
Balance is making a living as
a caregiver, and a caring being.
Making space to be aware of others as… 30 more words
It is Raining!
For possibly the first time I now understand
how one can look longingly for Rain.
The lighting was a few hours ago. 90 more words
Melancholy Moods on a Monday
It is time once again to look back in to The Box.
Again with reverence.
I aim to look into these items that come… 178 more words
1 week, 1 day
She is one of three canvases held down
and stretched into place in his studio.
Her corners cut with precision in the miter box. 221 more words
1 week, 2 days