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      The Weight of Death

      It feels like such a shameall that laughter, conversation,all those ordinary afternoons together. They just lowered him into the groundlike a basket of rotting bread,carefully, as if it still mattered. I hate death.He’s so selfish -he arrives already decided,and leaves everything...

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      • I’m with you dearest Tim I hate death, the look of it, the feelings it brings the unfairness, I was watching a nature program about a grizzly cub and it’s mom she led him high into the snowy mountains but the incline was too steep for the cub he tried so many times to follow her just to land on the rocks below to die it made me cry it was unfair… great write ❤️

        • Wow, that sounds awful. Even animals can be unobservant to their young, I guess. Thanks for the comment, Crimsin.

      • This is deep.
        Death is unfair and painful for loved ones. It absolutely feels unfinished.
        Great perspective Tim.

      • Powerfully penned, Tim. Another great write my friend. We all fear death. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • This feels tender in its grief. The simplicity makes the hurt more real.

    • Morning Coffee Thoughts

      As the sun rose
      on a calm summer morning,
      and I faced the four directions,
      asking for balance,
      understanding,
      and grandmother’s wisdom,
      the Hawk circled
      then landed on the Elm
      down by Willow Creek.

      I thought at first
      it was looking for its morning meal,
      but it turned in my direction,
      catching my e…Read More

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      • It’s beautiful… Definitely relaxing to read and vision. ❤️

      • Thinking of humanity as so small in the cosmos is both humbling and strangely empowering. For all that we are miniscule in the vastness, we can achieve so much through compassion.

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      Emily Dickenson

      There's a big old steel gate around her graveThough It makes no difference - crypt or cave'Cause clocks won't tell the time of dayTo those that sleep in dirt or clay. It's dark - it's deep - what's small will...

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      Strangers Camp in the Mind

      They check the locksand install cameras,hoping to catch the crafty villainsthat plague their life like a mysterious virus.They call crying hysterical,say it happened again while they slept.Messed with. Nothing on the cameras.No evidence.But they've never been more sure.Hands on...

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      • You speak of a bizarre situation. If it’s not dementia than it’s paranoia. That can be hard to deal with, especially when moving to another state is seriously considered. Definitely a case for stress for the one who has to listen to it all. Good one, Thomas.

      • Oh wow, I swear I know these people. Unfortunately, in the case of mine, they’re not fully imagining things. When a bit of real harassment is lad down, it builds on a mind until everything becomes subject to suspect. It sucks for those observing and listening, but more so for them. Solid write here

      • I enjoy writes that are unexpected and take you on a journey.
        Good or bad. This write is excellent. I personally loved

        Patience like a prayer,
        thinking until my brain bruises.

        This whole piece is pretty awesome, bizarre and all.

      • “But then they glance at me.
        And those eyes cut through.
        Like I’m part of it now.”

        Hauntingly penned, Thomas. Another excellent write with amazing storytelling my friend. The verse above gave me goosebumps. It’s always feels like we’re on a journey in your stories. Nicely done as always. Appreciate you.

        Damian

      • Footsteps that do not belong to the house are a rupture, not necessarily danger,
        but a shift in the contract between space and silence.
        They mark the moment when architecture stops being loyal.

        Appreciate you!

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