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the drive home

ByKymberlee

pigeon blanket over trains
clouds fill equinox sky
the road stretches before me

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morning haiku

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fullness of ripe peach sunrise diamonds on window my tender heart open wide!

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haiku of a shattered childnood

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He spoke of being beaten in an off-hand way. Quiet tears streamed down my face.

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authentic gratitude [or it's not spiritual to fill your mouth with BS]

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“A great many men’s gratitude is nothing but a secret desire to hook in more valuable kindnesses hereafter.” ~Francois de La Rochefoucauld Today is Thanksgiving here in the USA and I’m seeing all kinds of gratitude posts on Ye Old Internet. I went to find a nice quote about gratitude and saw the one above….

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the space between the notes [or the ten minute creation]

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I see so often how I longed for something and once I got it, it soon began to be less appealing. This was true of material things, men, experiences and even “freedom”

I want to be alive with you
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I want to be alive with you

ByKymberlee

Leave a comment This piece says everything about what I want (and have) in community. In my relationships. In my work. And what I offer folx. After a couple of years of strange relationship dynamics, what I know for sure is I have some really loyal and dear folx in my life and I’m so…

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meandering

ByKymberlee

slurping chai from a saucer like a kitten (and the blushing) falling in to your gravity meandering through the conversation the day your journal (this still leaves me smiling) me, drawn to the texture of your opinions and passions (and then the kissing)