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Clumsy Brushes and Lighting Bolts
Clumsy brushes on the ear, that’s where it started. It felt eerie. Not eerie bad, but eerie good. Good but too much out of the normal. She didn’t know how to react. Yes, they were friends, still are in fact. They hug at times, have coffee breaks or dinner dates together; and holding hands is just a part of their friendship. But brushing on the earlobe has a certain feel to it that...
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The Legends of the Old
There are some stories meant to be told, Like the legends of the old. There are some stories meant to be discussed, Like the legends of the old.
There are some stories loved and retold, Like the legends of the old. There are some stories meant to be forgotten, Like the legends of the old.
There are some stories meant to be kept alone, Like the legends of the old. There are some stories hated and...
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GMH →
These stories… These people… :) Sighs.
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Today, my grandmother died. I took a walk to try and calm down but ended up sitting on a park bench crying. Someone tapped me on the shoulder and a man handed me a beautiful bouquet of flowers. He said, “I walked past here earlier and you were crying, so I got you these flowers”, and walked away. Kind strangers like him GMH.
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November 2009
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