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breezesatdawn.wordpress.com
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| | | | | When Sun leaves at dusk, it makes a doorway. We have access to ancestors, to eternity. Breathe out. Ask for forgiveness. Let all hurts and failures go. Let them go. ? Joy Harjo, Crazy Brave: A Memoir I'm not even sure where to begin today. Or any day, for that matter. My mother's death day... | |
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crooked.ink
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| | | | | I The first time I saw him, I was about ten years old. He was climbing up the path that leads down to the creek, struggling because of the steep trail. He was carrying a bucket in one hand and a walking stick in the other. I was playing with some twigs, running around some imaginary monsters. He quickly glanced at me, with some disgust in his grin, then he turned uphill, towards home. | |
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anexactinglife.com
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| | | | | My house is not decorated and it never will be. No one has ever come to my house and said, "It's beautiful" or "I love what you did with it." Guests have never focused on a feature or a colour, and I've never developed a style like "French Country" or "Mid Century Modern." I have... | |
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