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{death}

i have seen death beforeand he is dark and he is cruelhis claws are painful, his presence inevitable,slowly or quickly he comes for us allhe leaves more damage than he createsbut on days like today, i admire deathand the way these leaves, once green and fresh, then vibrant and yellow, now brittle and orange,dance to …

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61 days.

Today is November 1st. You know what that means? We only have two months left of this decade. Two months, or eight weeks, or as this post is titled; 61 days. Just 61 days. Ten years ago, I was ten years old, with dirt under my fingernails and holes in the knees of my jeans. …

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{the cottage}

I used to dream of runningto a cottage by the sea,or a cabin in the woods,where I could breatheand I could be.I would write, and I’d hopeand I’d heal and I’d pray,and I wouldn’t come back,until all was ok.But I never ran,and I never roamed,‘Cause if I left til I was betterthan I’d never come …

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FEARLESS.

Last week at Sunday school, I taught the story of Daniel to my rowdy group of preschoolers. They were entranced. I mean, who doesn’t love a good story with royalty, creepy, conniving villains, perilous man-eating lions, and a fearless hero that escapes against all odds? They loved it. In fact they were so enthralled, that …

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{catch flame}

Fragmented phrases blow through my mind like the autumn leaves around me.I think I know how to writeuntil i sit before this paper.What a cruel fellow he is, his empty lines mocking me, his legion of vacant pages laughing and teasing and emphasizing my inability.I may not have the words yet, but I have a …