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It’s confusing, crying in the sea, wondering where my tears and the drops of water really begin and end. Or, I could say, where they join...

Over and over each prod of the needle is a moment after moment morphing into marked memory. Like a healer he plays pain into stains of my...

as I realize I'm alive, and like when it comes to me when death is sitting in the living room, the most ordinary thing in the...

capture this moment this dream alive this heaven we live for this now we wait for in the living before we part.

let me paint a picture while you paint. your tea not exactly what you thought, like our lives unfolding in the ways we dreamed, in...