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Homecoming
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Binge watching
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Shoulders
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Friday night
Falling into bed on Friday, I marvel at the changes the years have made. I’ve always loved early bedtimes, but now, Snuggling in the warmth of the bed, with my kittens and kiddos around me, it’s hard to concentrate. My youngest plays his games while I read, but listening to him talk proves hard to…
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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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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