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Frigid fingers of winter's Herald unfurl as softly and sweetly as a shadow, curling inward through the gaps in an unevenly hung door frame. From beyon..
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step out onto the sand as if into a dream. The warmth of the journey bleeds into the blessed ocean wind, leaving a chill tingle in its wake. Above, th..
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I set out to write a story, though this was not the one I intended, it's the one that has come about.
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In the east is a gentle moon, bright and lazy as the clock on my dash flips to three. Whatever is left of spring whips through the open windows, yank..
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A lazy Sunday evening blends seamlessly into a dynamic early Monday. I lean back in my seat, propping my feet up on the adjacent chair, and give a sat..
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I'm not really sure what to category to put this under. Maybe it's just a really long "About me section"
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Anyone who has ever been in a lonely bar at midnight knows this story.
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The world is so much bigger here at the end of it. The earth ends in an expanse of powdery white sand and the horizon stretches, pulled across the su..
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Just a moment I observed whilst working as a receptionist at a retirement facility.
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A moment of nostalgia
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