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a disconnected self meets an open sky.
On the tip of my tongue sits the coming of spring. Like flower petals I begin to open up and shed the armor that I have shrouded my body with during winter. Nature turned towards hibernation but outside of my window the sky was still blue. No snow on the island this year, we can…
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She reads a quote that says, “It’s in vain to recall the past, unless it works some influence upon the present” and then starts to have past regrets.
Let’s not write a blog about the new year. Let’s not talk about how I have grand goals of being sober for the year. Let’s not tell the audience how we are committing ourselves back to God. How we swear we will no longer hit the snooze button when the alarm clock goes off. Let’s…
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Is the ocean surrounding the island or am I surrounding the ocean?
Here I am pulling up a chair. Here I am rearranging the balcony furniture to face the water. Here I am lighting a coil to keep the mosquitos away. A red solo cup full of crushed iced and coffee sits on the table in front of me. For this trip I chose a $13 vanilla…
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The sense of nothing 