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Cusp
On the edge of truth, between the place of lies and reality the word sits on the cusp neither good or bad just waiting “cancer” so hard to say but there, nonetheless between us. I try to soften it, adding qualifiers and uncertainty but I’ve felt it for awhile, seen it in their aura, smelled…
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Early morning Pause
I sit, bleary eyes half closed. Trying to figure out my coffee maker which is set to magically go off at 4:30, so that the smell of the delicious beans will entice me to wake up instead of hit my snooze button repeatedly. I succeed and try not to trip over the dog who has…
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Passport
The First breath is wet, stunned. A moment between warm and cocooned, to harsh, white and cold. I’ve been there, a traveller in other lands, gifted with moments only moments where I can visit another land. I can’t live there, it’s not my place now. I pass the new life to grateful arms, always overwhelmed…