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the knob turned to just a whisper the flowers we picked on the dash your hand on mine moments so precious because arent we all just beautifully wilting
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You sit in the half light With your needle And your thread And all the strange thoughts in your head Dog barking Out. In the shed. Sewing your shadow onto the soles of your toes Remembering why you despise those that were once your heroes Nobody knows. Nobody will ever know. **image generated with ai;…
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The airplaine windowBeadingThen dropping Steadily crying in my stead Because I have no more tears
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A look. A phase. A touch. A tone of voice. A sound. A smell. A joke. Someone standing between you and the door. Anything at all can trigger it. Tears start to form under the surface, but mostly they’re frozen. Not now. Now theyre white hot, threatening to unravel your very ability to breathe and…
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Kids church was cancelled due to illness this week. We were already running a light crew for the 4th Sunday schedule, and with Christmas break, and sickness, we had no one left to volunteer. Whatever has gripped our community hit us all hard, and we are praying for everyone going through it and still on…
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Rebuilding a life is hard and hungry work. A year ago, I was on break at work, staring at a blank facebook friends list, a brand new start, because my old one had been comandeered–and my old life had been unceremoniously turned inside out. In a moment of, well how else am I going to…
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