It is funny to me that when I pour the paints into the cup (cauldron) to flip or do a dirty pour, even though I…
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It is funny to me that when I pour the paints into the cup (cauldron) to flip or do a dirty pour, even though I…
Comments closedWell, except of course, death and taxes. And perhaps the certainty of death is an illusion, so let’s just say that taxes are the only…
Comments closedAll things come to an end so that some things can be renewed, and some things can be here for the first time. The cycle…
Comments closedAre we in love with the idea of happiness while forgetting to feel it when it presents itself in all its glorious joy? Just in…
Comments closedI could measure, meticulously, like my friend does when she bakes. But I like the randomness that sometimes happens when things are not rigidly defined,…
Comments closedDo you ever stop and wonder at how amazing it is that the “voice” of another person, their thoughts, experiences, their visions of this world…
Comments closedNo monster from the imagination is more frightening to me than humanity. No more destructive force is evident than progress made so arrogant. Atrocities are…
Comments closedWhen I was at that in-between age not child nor quite teen, I managed to talk my way into seeing concerts for free, as one…
Comments closedWhen I find money, on the streets, when out for a walk or when I am going somewhere – a dollar or a coin, I…
Comments closedThe door opens, hinges complaining, cold air pushing in or the warmth of the room rushing out, it is darkness on the other side, voices…
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