The 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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Natalia Corres Posts
Isn’t it funny, how some people easily understand the toddler’s babble, the dog’s expression, the cat’s specific meow? And others look askance, unable to detect…
Comments closedAt any given time I am in the process of writing 3 or 4 stories that will probably be long enough to be novelettes, and…
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F a l l i n g asleep, is difficult for some, thoughts still racing, body not tired, cares and worries and should-haves vying for…
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I thought of skipping this day’s poem, no muse presented itself, no poignant memory, nor funny moment turned on the metaphorical lightbulb above my head.…
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I can get lost for hours in small wonders. The traffic lane of ants that goes on relentlessly for several blocks; The wad of skin…
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It is in the small imperfections that we find unique beauty, we find identity, we find attributes to love. A “beauty mark” might also be…
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This is what I did with the painting I didn’t like, from the last post. I scraped it and stared at it for a few…
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Sometimes it is easy to forget that humans made our computers – they seem so powerful, so mysterious, so complicated, so fast and accurate. It…
Comments closedIt takes 4 to 6 weeks to completely shed your skin, according to the scientists, to make your largest organ renewed. We never notice it…
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