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emmystrange commented on the post, beware 2 months ago
The sea is dark tonight and full of magic. It will call your name, crashing syllables upon the sand. You must not listen. Beware, the sea is a cold, cruel mistress.
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emmystrange commented on the post, pained 2 months ago
Her face didn’t move for several seconds, seconds which seemed like eons in which every lie and omission was weighed and he was found wanting. Her pained cry was stifled by one word, “why?”
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emmystrange commented on the post, truth 2 months, 1 week ago
Can we ever know what is happening behind our lover’s eyes or know for certain where we stand? In love, can there be room for truth?
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emmystrange commented on the post, grasped 3 months ago
As we walked along the beach, watching sand and snow and ice co-mingle, I noticed the dead mallard, barely a bird anymore. it was then that I grasped the true beauty of the day
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emmystrange commented on the post, dysfunctional 8 months, 2 weeks ago
“But it all works! We laugh. We love. We falter, yes, but you fit so well, here with your head on my chest.’
“But the doctor says…”
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emmystrange commented on the post, towers 8 months, 2 weeks ago
On this day of all days. remember, reminding, remaining, rebounding. Towers go up, towers go down, empires built and destroyed.
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emmystrange commented on the post, assaults 9 months, 3 weeks ago
In the battle of mudslinging, we all ended up filthy. The assaults on each other leading only to more discord and every one of us feeling dirty.
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emmystrange commented on the post, railroad 10 months, 3 weeks ago
The movement of the train reminds her of swimming in choppy water, bouncing slightly, moving in all directions at once. Getting on was letting go and she’s given everything over to the motion of the railroad.
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emmystrange commented on the post, pastel 1 year, 2 months ago
She hated the way they broke in her hand, just when she started to get everything looking just right. the joy of the pastel, however, was in the smudging, turning lines into shadows and shadows into dreams.
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emmystrange commented on the post, pattern 1 year, 2 months ago
she woke up with the texture of his sweater imprinted on her face and wondered whether this was love. It felt somehow wrong, since he wasn’t wearing it at the time, but he always left parts of himself behind, it […]
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emmystrange wrote about the word crisp 1 year, 4 months ago
He described his food with such a love of it and the language that she wished she could have been inside his mouth at the moment when spicy and savory, tender and crisp came together to make him smile.
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emmystrange wrote about the word sparkling 1 year, 4 months ago
There is nothing in my head but dreams of you by the ocean, your smile reflecting the sun’s setting rays. I wondered which of you was more dazzling, your smile sparkling in the coming twilight, as I worried about the time when your love, like the sun, would disappear behind the horizon.
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emmystrange wrote about the word bridge 1 year, 4 months ago
The river holds secrets that only the fish and the swimmers know. I have tasted its waters and hid beneath its depths, surfacing only to watch the cars on the bridge and wonder where they are headed that could possibly beat this.
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emmystrange wrote about the word cactus 1 year, 4 months ago
She was wrong to think of it as barren, for even in the dust and dryness she found that life chose to thrive. She would call her son Saguaro, after the cactus, to pay homage to his will to survive.
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emmystrange wrote about the word fireplace 1 year, 5 months ago
She was never one for the sweet sentimentality of the holiday, chestnuts roasting and pretending to like her family, but even Ms. Grinch had to admit there was something hypnotic about watching the wrapping paper burn in the fireplace
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emmystrange wrote about the word stable 1 year, 5 months ago
Our life is a balancing act. You act, I react– often not equally or in opposition. Your love throws me off balance when all I long for is your strength to keep me stable.
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emmystrange wrote about the word dim 1 year, 5 months ago
In the light of her room she examined him. His body was like a work of art, chiseled and nearly perfect. His face more beautiful than any man she had ever known. She prayed that he would stay asleep as she left, so she could forget that the candles were brighter than he was.
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emmystrange wrote about the word left 1 year, 6 months ago
She walked along the path to the beach, and noticed that a small passageway had appeared by the bottom of the fence on the left hand side. She remembered that long ago she had gone down that path before and gone on wild adventures. She was heartbroken, when she returned to discover that no one [...]
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emmystrange wrote about the word orchestra 1 year, 6 months ago
The tension in the air between them reminds her of the moment before an overture begins, just after the lights have gone down, no one breathing, so filled with anticipation. She wishes the maestro would make his move, so she could make hers.
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emmystrange wrote about the word positively 1 year, 6 months ago
You are here in my life for a reason, that’s what I tell myself when I wish you would go away. You push so hard, working to make me stronger, better, happier, and while in the long run I know this will impact me positively, some times I wish you would just take me as [...]
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