Some days the words flow so quickly I wonder if they even belong to me at all, this outpouring river of metaphors and explanations and questions – and then the next days I am but …
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Dry riverbed
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A little autobiography
Too much is better than too little. I’m a giver by nature, just picky of what exactly I give. Does that make me a picker? A chooser? I used to pride myself in being detached …
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Time builds
“The days were like bricks; the months and years were large blocks of invisible stone, neverchanging and as solid as could be. He could feel the walls that time built behind him, separating him from …
