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Let's Make Believe

Dear diary... Unexpectedly showing up carved into beautiful wood, I can't help thinking there lies the beginning of an emerging poem. I found this...
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Void.

Void. I remember when my stepdad went to the hospital three times a week, he was on a dialysis machine. I remember, a paper towel, container was...

Living.

Living. Was watching the fabulous, Catherine Cookson, film yesterday. In the film, for the reading of the Will, the young girl was left the huge...
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Holiday.

Holiday. For my recent holiday, I didn’t need to declare anything. I didn’t need to buy any tickets or boarding passes. I didn’t need to book a train...

Lamb.

Lamb. Sometimes we do things automatically. This week while giving the animals their dinner I saw the ingredients on the front of the sachet. I had...

Overthinking.

Overthinking. Each month of every year is holiday time. For me, that is no exception. Unlike everyone else, my holiday is different. I go on holiday...
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Consented Trauma

The start and the end were clear to see, the situation supposedly familiar; in that, peace is found. The journey through however, the details hazy;...
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I Feel Like I’m Fixing to Tie-Dye My Raggy Socks

The second half of my description of my experiences of the first month of the year in which I last used leva banknotes to pay for my weekly shop. The one hundred words per day rule applies, as usual.
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