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Stormy Thoughts

Sometimes I listen to the silence, trying not to think, not to breathe, not to exist. Breathing is the hardest to stop. Thinking fades the slower I breathe, and my existence sometimes seems to fade away with my thoughts, but breathing just continues like an ache in my foot that won’t stop no matter how…

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Little Blue

Red and orange leaves fall to the ground. They whisper to each other and land in yellowing grass to lie in perfect stillness. A young girl walks to the woods carrying a travel sack full of food and clothing, wearing a deep blue, hooded cloak. She stops to stare at the wall of trees and…

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