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Garden and Rose

In the garden of petal and prose sun obscured by flower heads cedar boughs brush air cloaked of arduous echoes ladders of overgrown, misplaced thoughts supine to waning watering can rusty clippers stilled as straw swept sounds suffer sharply through … Continue reading

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I let my mind talk for hours.

We dialed the phone, the old-fashioned way, and waited a few click, click, clicks between each rotating number; I hoped the connection would go through. The phone hung on the wall, and the cord when stretched to its aching fullest … Continue reading

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Rain

Rain tapped on the window today with such tenderness, I felt loved. It spoke in the drizzle of each leaf and wrapped its spirit over the trees. I befriended Rain’s chorus with each keystroke. I introduced Rain to my other … Continue reading

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Winter’s gift of love.

I’ve had several days now of alone time… It is unusual and a gift that I couldn’t see until I breathed it. I have been able to watch the sun’s rise through the grey of dawn and smile at the … Continue reading

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I am a creature of solitude.

Sickness of Spirit. Flu of Heart. Fever of Solitude. I need to fiercely protect her. I’m in a space that feels rather low and just not-quite-right. I don’t feel well. And yes, I’ll-be-okay. I’m not fighting it as much as … Continue reading

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If safe had a sound.

If Safe had a sound, it might be soft rain. If Solitude had a color, it might be misty gray. If Sleep had a motion, it would be a wave. And so I asked my Soul, “If this moment could … Continue reading

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Solitude of rose.

Solitude and I walked between chestnut paths and cobalt sea skies; a reverie of shelter, needed. Breath and silence. Sun and solace. Today, gifted a frost gilded rose.

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