Agnes’s ceramic Belfast sink was the heart of her kitchen-deep, white, and chipped at the corners. Its enamel was worn smooth by years of scrubbing clothes and washing dishes. Sometimes she stood before it, watching the water swirl down the drain as if it could carry away the war itself.
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Helen was aware for some time that she was losing it. The medicine the doctor had prescribed was counterproductive, but now she was addicted. She looked in the mirror and her reflection twitched a second too late; an extrusion of her own mind, fractured and feeding on fear.
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Pain
takes shape
in a world
where a child feels
they are broken for
living authentically
It was a very cold Spring, colder than any Amy could remember. At last it was June and the warmer weather rolled in as the dampness departed. Down near Quincy Market her favourite cafe finally had sidewalk seating. The latte never tasted so good.
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Rose’s life began to splinter from reality when she met two brothers, Jacob and Wilhelm. They predicted another destiny for her. She scoffed at this notion but gradually her world began to change. One day she found herself on a walk in the wood to a grandmother she did not know she had.
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It was the late 1980s when Colleen came bounding out of the Catskills. She had come over from Ireland and was working as a teller at Key Bank in the State Plaza. Into Patrick’s world she came, a sunbeam. Patrick knew from the start his world would never be dreary again.
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Lisa had many tests that she stealthily employed on guys she was dating. Non smoker. A must. Kind. Check. The final test superseded all the others. Did he like ice cream?
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She had first seen the Pogues when they were an opening act for the Clash way back in the 1980s. She had a vision of a Pogue-inspired Irish Pub. She found a dilapidated building and through a lot of sweat equity and Friday Night punk bands she made it work as it does still 35 years later.
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Seamus looked over the salty brine and sighed. He was indeed a long way from Tipperary. He had come to America after the Tiger was slain. Now it appeared America was facing the same fate. Was no country safe from the calamities of bad decisions by leaders and their voters.
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There was a glitch in the Wayback Machine as Mr. Peabody and his boy Sherman would soon discover. The machine had been set for the year 1972, but would deliver them instead to the year 1912 where they would enjoy an ocean going voyage on a real big practically unsinkable ship.
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PS—this is interesting and excellent. If you’d hashtagged #vellichor and added #vss365, you would have dropped right into the middle of the daily prompt game.
So many souls to reap for a Burroughs dark god and librarian. Join us.
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Hm, while field trips are nerve wracking because of all the unknowns out of our control, I think the students would really enjoy the view from this #pinnacle and learning about the history of our town through this unique building. I will have to see if our calendars match up.
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Pen invited Nic over for some tea and monster cookies. Friendship always helped when fear was at the surface. "I was researching the lobster for a lesson plan and learned that they have been on earth for 480 million years." Both of us feel grounded by the longevity of nature.
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Apparue
Au Jardin des Merveilles
Devenus
Un Marais Vermeille
Alice a disparue
Au paradis du sommeil
Parvenue
À son oreille
Revenu
Pour son éveil
Elle entendu
Les corneilles
Attendu
Qui surveille
Vu
Son réveil
ML 🖋️
#MesÉcrits ⚔️
#Garden 🍃
#NAlove
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I spend every morning with tea
Chai just means tea
A rebrand for the fam
Me and you and you and me
Tears and apostrophes
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