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Running toward the swings, wanting to fly high, and touch the clouds, sticking my fingers deep into the fluffiness, but only in my mind. Behind the disguise and far enough away, the texture feels different, I’m not sure if my body will follow my legs, and sail through the air like freedom at last, freedom…
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Strategic maneuvering to get ahead of everyone and not stay in the middle of the pack. Stomachs settle for he must do better and time will eventually be heard. Some he can answer and be not open-ended like strangers reciting problems on the world stage. Sorrowful voices do not listen and hands aren’t raised in…
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Well, it’s another Wednesday. It’s been 10 days since I’ve written a blog. It’s fitting I should probably write something since WP charged me for another year of using their services, but not that I’ve been using it to the fullest. I’ve been doing a lot of things other than writing like watching James Bond…
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The way Maxwell went up the stairs was the way he went down. One at a time, almost tiptoeing to not make any sounds, to not wake anyone. The day I met him was the day that the sun never rose too far above the clouds. Half hidden behind their fluffiness; it didn’t stop me…
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There’s not much to report except I bought a few new stamps, puzzles, and started a new journal. There’s something unexpected that might be happening in my life when my lease runs out. I never thought it would be so soon, but it’s looking more promising than ever. I’m not 100% sure how to feel…
Pisaries Creator 