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A lone gull circled in the distance. There is something sacred about seagulls, stars, and salt. It was here, on a dock, beneath a midnight sky that I contemplated life. It was the alter where I came to worship the notion of ‘more’.
My presence was unexpected. I glanced at my watch. It was too early for him to be home. He stared as if confronting a ghost. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class?” “I finished early.’ We stand frozen in position on concrete. Me, holding a textbook and purse. Him, a suitcase. I ask, “Going somewhere?” He nods. “Where?” “I’ll be in touch.” The car … Read More
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Jacqueline: Draft 8 “Write our story,” she says. The seasons cast differing light into the shoebox of her room. The ceiling is vaulted, the walls painted the palest shade of blue: ‘frost,’ as designer’s coo. If one looks up, one can imagine an open roof and paper-white clouds. The windows are long and rectangular to let in light. It is spring and the light … Read More
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one of life’s great truths, the simpler the better.
Seated at a roadside table Her knee pressed yours One timeless moment You can’t forget The girl with the rain soaked eyes. She holds sorrow as a mother holds a newborn babe Gently, softly And you are young again and safe In the arms of the girl with the rain soaked eyes. You’ll say you’ve moved on yet find yourself lost in the folds … Read More The Girl With The Rain- soaked Eyes