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photo by Robert Doisneauas told by Michelle Endicott Her little feet rest on a cobbled street; its bricks uneven, sanded down with time. She is with two siblings, comfortably investigating the terrain. A baroque streetlight tall with its iron post bestows a glass lantern jutted forward from its corniced arm, guarding over her. It is
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As you walk along the jagged rocks, you are conscious of the slime green moss that is wet and slippery. The ancient formations are hard on your feet and cause you to feel unbalanced as you make your way to the shoreline. It smells of dead marine life and salt but comforts you in a
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my mind is constantly racing with ideas what could i be doing in the later part of my life that serves …memy wants ticks off all the boxes of what i want to do i’ll be 52 tomorrow. i don’t really like my job. i like the people i work with but not the actual
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i had an idea that came to me in a time of desperation. this is nothing new when i am besieged with my typical complain-y type thoughts that cause me to question my place in life. so to answer these intrusions, i (habitually) come up with ideas that i think are so helpful and so
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i go to a dentist in a town i am familiar with. i get there in time (for once) and as i exit my car, my senses come alive as i feel the warmth of the sun and the smell of the grass. i stop and pay attention. the universe has sent me a gift
Thoughts from 3am 