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It is time to come clean as my time is very short on this angry blue planet. I wanted to withdraw quietly like a hand removed from a tidal pool or a footstep in a pine straw-littered forest.
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I dream of dying, often in a thousand ways. None are the same. When I wake up and see the burning sunrise through the trees and hear the faraway songs of birds, I know I’m alive again. In that moment, nothing else matters. Above, the clear night sky shimmers with stars as desert heat surrenders
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When you’re in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, ‘Damn, that was fun’
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When confronted with the loss of a loved one, we prefer the bitter truth to a life of not knowing why they disappeared from our life.
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Love knows no boundaries in this short story of two cultures colliding.
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