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Life After Death
She never quite had what others got so easily, it seems. She worked twice as hard and got half as much. Still, every summer she would find a way for a seed or two to curl their heads into the sun,...
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You Found Me Beautiful Once
I never found myself beautiful, but there was a time you would stare at me without saying a word, a lost expression on lips fumbling a frown, and when asked what are you looking at, you reply simply,...
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The Past
The past is not fallen leafs; it is dirt blanketing newly planted seeds. It is a crack in the window causing the afternoon sun to rainbow across my wall, allowing November’s cold to seep in. The past...
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What You Could Be
What You Could Be I look at him, same age as you, when death snatched you out of the blue. He’s just 15, but teachers say, that he will make it big one day. I touch your photo, hold it too, each time...
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Nature as a Child
After the darkness, Blue skies surround me Clouds drift on the horizon Drifting away at last Every day is different Fresh and exciting. Gladly, I look for Hovering bees and bugs Ice melted at last....
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Christmas Memories
Originally posted on Living and Lovin: Daily Prompt: Memories of Holidays Past What is your very favorite holiday? Recount the specific memory or memories that have made that holiday special to you....
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The Last Walk
Walking on the island shore at night always held a fascination for me, especially with my young teen. We would walk along, watching as the lights on shore glimmered off the amazing expanse of water all...
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Withered Hands
She slowly got up from the ragged green chair, hobbling to the kitchen, stirring something as it boiled and rumbled. The aroma reminded me of my grandma’s house, long ago, me, a curly-haired child,...
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Nana with Rose Petal Tears
Rose petals, like teardrops, fall softly to my kitchen counter, surround the vase where the wilted flowers droop their heads in reverence to the stooping, plucking, pruning of Nana tending to her...
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Tiny Cracks
Memories seep through tiny cracks like a bird building a nest you gather up all you can find twigs, feathers, bits of trash yet even concrete cannot seal you off completely nothing stops the seeping...
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