growth
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I truly don’t believe there is such a thing as “right person, wrong time.” This is an age-old debate that brings up numerous perspectives and opinions, all of which are intriguing and valid. I have just never gelled with the idea that you can meet a person who theoretically ticks off all your boxes and
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To step into myself is uncharted territory. To feel safe is an unread part of the story.
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a poem inspired by the tweet shown.
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How many times can I write a rhyme? Until my mouth sours like a lime and I crumble under the divine?
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When you already feel a million years old in your soul, it’s hard to want to grow old. My chance to watch the world in wonder has already walked away from me. Now, I look with grief stricken eyes.
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This year, I got a taste of a type of introspection even I am not used to. This year, I have lived (and am still living through) a global pandemic. I must admit, the lockdowns and closures did not drastically change my way of life. A true introvert, guilty as charged. But, assimilating into keeping
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Someone gifted me an orchid some years ago. They’re gorgeous flowers, and I’m not usually one for flowers in my home (I prefer longer lasting greenery), but I loved them. Its arching branch produced many beautifully speckled and spotted flowers, pink and purple in hue. If you looked closely into the middle of the flower,
Lashanda Forsberg 