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The long hallway
A hallway constricts you to one direction. There are no deviations, no twists or scenic visuals. The destination is set, as is the path to get there. I believe people often think of themselves walking in a hallway through life. They see the destination, the know the distance and one route to arrive there. The…
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Little robin
With the recent passing of a dear family member, I thought a robin might be a nice way to honour her. Until the next adventure Chris
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Midnight Snack
Creeping in the dead of night. Silence broken by gentle footsteps that sound louder than they should be. Uncontrollable urges forcing progression against better judgement. Bright light pierces the darkness like a sword striking. The light is not valiant, the darkness is the hero. Light brings pain and self loathing. The quiet calm of darkness…
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Mid Year Update
Hello, adventurers. The last month has still held some steady (and satisfying) stretches of creative work, but we’ve also been moving through a family loss. It’s been hard, and it’s meant the routine hasn’t looked as consistent as I’d hoped. So things have slowed and softened for a while as we grieve, and I’m giving…
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Paper Boats
Set sail across a vast ocean. Pursuing the highest surges only to find the crushing depths time and time and again. Learning to breathe while drowning. The cycle repeats endlessly. Safety of the shore brings a unique kind of agony. Each ending is a new beginning. The destination is already set. How we arrive is…
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Forgotten Key
The key to your future lies within. You need to dig deep to remember it’s there. Keys are often lost and forgotten in hard times. Despair and helplessness can take over. Forgetting yourself is a human trait and for mothers it is considered a right of passage. When a butterfly emerges from it’s cocoon in…
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Quiet Storm
Brewing within, emotions batter the heart. Surging emotions that no longer will be contained, threatened to burst above the calm surface. Silent screams rage as the pain swells. Tears of overwhelm, disappointment and disconnection of loneliness engulf the heart. A quiet storm lash at dreams, thrashing until a desolate shell remain. Until the next little…
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