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 "a new day whistling" The day presses in— a slow tightening— and the air runs thin enough to split the skin at my mouth’s border. Swe... [read more] |
 I am grateful before I ever blow a candle or open a present for being blessed to take a moment to remember all the wonders I al... [read more] |
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May we be blessed to understand one of the most beautiful messes we make… (which in itself is a keepsake) is the mess we leave... [read more] |
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The other day we noticed two reindeer leaping around our back yard As back and forth through the woods they crossed… they looked upse... [read more] |
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On the Border of Another Day The day presses in— a slow tightening— and the air runs thin enough to split the skin at my mouth’s bor... [read more] |
 It could be worse or so they say I listen to them pointing out statistics and numbers from an institute continuo... [read more] |
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The roses I gave to Isis have all died. The candies are all gone. The dreams have been swept under the rug. ... [read more] |