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The forging
It’s strange how routine invades, Makes even the most bitter event feel somehow okay again. Changes things, Smoothing them into the way they’ve always been again. I am a blade, Honed by hands wiser In the forges of my destiny Each blow that lands Meant to strengthen Until finally, I am dipped in the oil…
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Blue Monday
It’s said the third Monday of the year is the saddest. Well I may be bewildered at the time passing, but I’m not sad. It’s February with its fake Hearts and chocolates I think is harder for people, whenJanuary slowly fades away in a haze if ice and snow. Yet to me, things are coming…
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Saturday night
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Artists
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Inner warmth
One month until St. Valentine’s Day. I feel hope even as the cold creeps into my fingers and toes, numbing, reminding me how glorious warmth is. I try not to whine, thinking of those who can’t get warm. Those with no home to go back to, no warm bed or bodies to snuggle. Those for…
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Sunday memories
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Road at my back
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January 4th
My week off is almost over and I’m sad to see it go. (If I’m being honest with myself, I did work half of it but it’s such a change it’s feels like an entire week of relaxation.) I cooked, cleaned, snuggled the kids, and throughout it all felt there was so much more I…
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Clairvoyant
The second day of January came in like a lion, making me wonder if the year was shaping up to be the one of clarity I’m craving so much. Perhaps I became concerned about low visibility because of the blowing snow, but it was probably seeing the Jeep a few cars ahead spin into the…
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December 30th
