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Like a dog with a bone I return home.
From the patio of my home you can see a palm tree. When we first moved in, the palm tree stood right in middle the skyline framing the view like a postcard picture. The days passed and there the palm tree stood. Days I didn’t look out of my window, head bent down in my…
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The last day of April is a bridge into knowing.
My birthday came and went. A wind blown through a sheer white curtain. As I was doing laundry today, I heard a noise above my head. A fluttering of wings. An impatience of flight. I jumped at the sound. tick tick tick. Looking up, I noticed that it was a dragonfly. The dragonfly was red.…
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a disconnected self meets an open sky.
On the tip of my tongue sits the coming of spring. Like flower petals I begin to open up and shed the armor that I have shrouded my body with during winter. Nature turned towards hibernation but outside of my window the sky was still blue. No snow on the island this year, we can…
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