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A patient garden, a westerly breeze.

I walk to the wrong building initially. They are all unmarked. The one I find does not look occupied, but none do. It does contain a reception counter staffed by an informative receptionist who provides me with directions: 757 more words

There is a consciousness out there

That is with you.

What do you want to say to that consciousness out there?

I am with you! 10 more words

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The Last Good Day

There’s no way of knowing that your last good day is “Your Last Good Day.”  At the time, it is just another good day.

-Hazel Grace Lancaster, …

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M Is For Meandering

You know how some people write stuff but there doesn’t seem to be any real direction to what they are writing? They start but then they don’t seem to go anywhere with it. 277 more words


I told myself I’d treat myself to the Festival of Books this Sunday, and I absolutely did it! On the bus in the morning heading south through Vermont avenue, my eyes swelled with tears of joy: I was like a child on his way to Disneyland after a lifetime of waiting for the big day. 69 more words

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