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the moon, the mud and the inside of a coffee mug.
Sometime ago I googled if we, us, everyone, was experiencing Mercury Retrograde or did it only show up at my door. Winter was ending and the ocean on the horizon was gradually turning a deeper blue. A finger on light switch turning down the brightness. It is March, I will be different. I woke up…
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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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Turtle Tracks All the Way Down.
5 am came early this morning. Our blue curtains filtered the morning light softly into the room like a flashlight under a blanket. My alarm pinged and I quickly reached to turn it off, the AC air feeling like ice in the darkness. I snatched my hand back and pulled myself deeper under the covers…
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The sense of nothing 