Wednesday, October 21, 2020

ruminations on trust.

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I trust you. From what I collect, you are to be trusted. I recognize that I cannot control your actions or the thoughts that...

Microfiction Corner

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My heart is racing. My palms are sweaty. My knees are definitely weak because I haven’t left my room in two weeks, and my...

Gone by Dawn

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If I had the option to stay in this barren town for the rest of my days, I would. Everything just made sense here....

St. Olaf Sentiments

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At the Cage, textbooks lay on my table with their binds bent. Pencils scatter themselves across loose leaf sheets of notes I’ve taken, and...

My girls

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“And one- two-three, one- two- three-come on people, where is that forcefulness that your mothers gave birth to you with?!” I hear some giggles from...