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| | | | | I am a passenger on the road of life and I travel in the backseat where my input is not asked for, nor appreciated. I ride along. I am a passenger on the road of life, and if you ask me the direction in which I am travelling, at best I can only speculate; the... | |
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| | | | | Meandering, a beetletraverses kitchen floorredefines distanceas nonlinear Time, I realizeis relative -confined bymemory's lies. (Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. This one is edited. Art my own) | |
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| | | | | (Originally published October, 2014) The news from the doctor was not so good today, or maybe it is that this news was no different from past visits, but my mind can only absorb the hard stuff in stages. "I seem to be getting worse, not better." I told her. "That's how it is often how... | |
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| | | First of all, deep gratitude to the police for their work finding our missing teen. One week after she disappeared, she is home again. Initially, the feeling was immense relief. The emotions we'd been holding in, along with our breaths, gushed out in sobs. But a tragedy like this does not unravel itself in a... | ||
