It's become a lesson for me in impermanence: How something can exist one moment or for years and be gone in an instant.
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THROUGH MY LENS: winter’s bones
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FRESH OFF THE PAGE: somewhere the moon
cold and strangeness sleep... here, warmed at the fire... of my hearth ... uninvited, but visiting still.
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The Christmas Owl, Part 2: Free at Last
I feel more connected to the night now, less alone in it. I feel like I even see it through different eyes.
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Old Barns, New Vision: On Learning to See
When you really look at something, finally come to see it clearly and completely... you will see the flaws alongside the beauty.
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: a box of darkness
Over the years I've been given more than a few boxes full of darkness. They were not intended to be... But that never made them any less painful...
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The Christmas Owl
I didn't quite know what to do next. I'd been preparing myself for possibly having to end his suffering... I hadn't thought much about what I would do if he lived.
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LAST THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: strange loves
It's only until recently that i think I am finally relaxing into who I am, and into who I will become.
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THROUGH MY LENS: still standing
They are remnants of a former life, ghosts still haunting the land they once served.
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Forty-four: Finding the Silver Linings
I thought my sense of personal awareness and comfort would somehow armor me against the unhappiness of life, against problems I saw in the world around me. And up until today, I think maybe it had. Maybe it still can.
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The Nightmare Before Christmas: On the Verge of Trump Nation
I worry about the safety of other people out voting in more populous places, both from Trump-loving bullies and potential ISIL supporters. Both of them seem to be threatening to wage a war on American voters this year, and their tactics of intimidation and fear seem frighteningly similar.
