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In the morning
I remember sneaking in at 5am and hours on my feet replayed through my soles with every beat of aching blood.
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On your own again.
They're closing the Guardian Soulmates site tonight, so gather up all your faces and save them elsewhere. No longer are your preferences important, no longer will anyone be able to tell if you're interested in men, women or friendship; whether you prefer the carrot or the stick.
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The Point
We’ll begin this time with the atmosphere—I am too tired to consider the vastness beyond. But you say no , you are not pointing at that.
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- 800 reads
Resort
Everything solid here is on its way out. If you believe that, you'll see this picture I took of decaying arches as a recent history of waves that rust fat nails clean from wood.
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The Gifts
Here, for you, a long slow sky at first; feel it open you up like water to thirst. Bring this morning to your snow-dead toes, to each body part a meditation in coming to terms.
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- 611 reads