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Cecilia awoke to the distant sound of a baby crying. When she opened her eyes she was in their old home, in their old bed. She was alone. Everythi..

A fragment of memory. History thrown off its linear groove, a moment to notice without noticing. Interest will scatter, focus dissolves the fr..

Change is coming in gusts. Is it primal awe or the wind stealing my breath? It catches all of me, threatening to lift me from comfort until reve..

Not the day to let myself think, I know the direction my thoughts will take. Will I be punished for letting my optimism slip? Here my plastic wal..

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