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is there a me to see?
do you see me through the smoke and mirrors of your projected mind? do i see you? is there a me to see or am i just a fractal of a greater reality? when you say you love me do you mean me or a fragment from your former reality? is there a love beyond…
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Seattle Snow Haiku
fractal perfection slowly falls from a grey sky awaits play and fun!
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temperance [a follow up to zaftig women awaken]
Yesterday, I wrote a short story for fun based on some words my friends gave me. In response, I received this email from an acquaintance: There have been a very few Matriarchal societies and none that were much above Hunter/gather stage in development. This is not to say that Matriarchy stunts development at all but…
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a curve in the labyrinth…
when i am swallowed up in my own pain when people are here but not here when i am overwhelmed by the needs and expectations of people who want me all to them themselves to be their balm to be an audience to be what they need… i look for a way out and then…
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abundance | creativity | inspiration | photography | play | Rebirth24 | the delicious nowChicago in Red
Color hunting is a fun game, especially when on foot, bus, and train!
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Ghazal: Calcified Naïveté
Living inside the braided folds just for today.Tangled roots whisper; I can’t hear what they say. Memories are a splinter in the eye.Promises broken become calcified naïveté. Black Swan, slippery like Mercury—haunting.(A life lived well is not a parley.) Water ceasing to hydrate what is crumbling.Silt becomes an urn for ashes someday. Days are shorter…
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