On Spring, Love, and Healing

He found me on the eve of spring, on the periphery straddling the hours between night and morn, a time when timid lips speak words from the heart, spilled over, cascading past propriety, but awash with tender, awkward realness.

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Choose Life

“Does anyone ever realize life while they live it…every, every minute?” Thornton Wilder I sit here, next to my potted aloe plant, soaking in the symphony of raindrops against the fogged windowpane. My pen rests lazily between my fingers. The blank page stares back at me, waiting for congealed thoughts to make their way into smooth…

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