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A cloud is a bird.
I am 33 now. That’s how old my mother was when I turned three. They say that’s the year Jesus wept. What do I have to say about boredom? Nothing. Wherever I go, there I am. When I first moved here I wrestled with the idea of boredom. Boredom or was it just me sitting…
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A water hose sounds like a waterfall if you hang it off of a roof.
My fiancé brings me lemon balm tea as the sun rises. I water the marigolds as the sun hangs above, beating on my neck. I ponder life as I sit on our tile floor. I stare at the yellow walls and wonder why our landlord painted only one of the rooms pink. A blushing cheek…
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Should you still experience angst if you can see the ocean from your living room?
I remember being in church one night and the pastor prayed for the Holy Spirit to fall on everyone in the room. No older than 16, my mouth tightened with braces, in love with the boy standing two seats behind me. My older sister stood to my left. I was standing in the exact middle…
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The sense of nothing 