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Patterns In Thoughts
There were four seats reserved for five guests. None of us said a word about this purposeful mistake. Well, the last guest never shows up...
Jun 114 min read


Finé
Roaring waves crashed onto the abandoned shore, swallowing anything that was remotely alive. Harsh notes of somber and anger rippled...
Nov 10, 20241 min read


To Be
I imagine floating endlessly through the soft tides, mindless of where the current takes me. I could end up in the Pacific or maybe the...
Nov 10, 20241 min read


The Perfect Voice
As we shuffled into our seats in the cool church auditorium, the people around us rose to the steady beat of the drums that made the...
Oct 16, 20242 min read
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