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That Wound That Never Heals

When the Muse sees death appear she closes the door, or builds a plinth, or displays an urn and writes an epitaph with her waxen hand, but afterwards she returns to tending her laurel in a silence that shivers between two breezes.

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Diagnosis…Down the Rabbit Hole

“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.” -Anatole France… 628 more words

Posture

In the Beginning…By the Deep Forbidden Lake

“Our challenge is to ride the waves of chaos with trust, faith and love, allowing everything in its time to unfold and harmonize.” -Julie Parker… 807 more words

Posture

Le mal du pays

‘Le mal du pays.’ It’s French. Usually its translated as ‘homesickness’ or ‘melancholy.’ If you put a finer point on it, it’s more like ‘a groundless sadness called forth in a person’s heart by a pastoral landscape.’ It’s a hard expression to translate accurately.

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He Was A Mess

Was there a twinkle I missed, drinking too much on the wrong end of town? Some wisdom issuing from your tobacco-scented beard, a joke so blue men were afraid to laugh, busting a gut to hold it in? 610 more words

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Day 7 to 9 (I think): First Day of Class

I keep forgetting to update this on a daily basis, and now I’ve literally forgotten how many days I have to cover, and which day I am on. 290 more words

Random

Happy Smiling People Holding Guns

There are few cures for emptiness that
don’t leave you full of regret in the morning.

I’m not sure how many days I have left… 138 more words

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