Friday, January 15, 2021

The End or the Beginning?

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The sunshine gleams on the windowsill, refracting through the glass and gracing everything it touches with its presence. The soft beams begin to intensify,...

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...