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Diaries Life My journey poetry thoughts

The Nightmare of Dreams and Dignity of Hope

Thus, I will trek this journey of pain…
Why would I want to live unless it were in my dreams, and why would I want to breathe unless it were the air of hope and beauty?

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Diaries My journey

“Regrats”

I know I have regrets, but I’d not like to live alone with them.

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love My journey

My Mirror, My Reflection

You must love your soul, before you can love your mirror or what you see in it. And remember, healing takes time. Thus, let us travel with light foot and without haste, so we do not trip along our way.

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easy concentration

Kanda Land P6 EC

In Part 5, our traveling duo made it to a town in Northeastern Georgia. Their heads were up in the clouds for an enjoyable evening, and now they’re mulling over feelings that leave Vi worried, and Echo unsettled.

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easy concentration

Kanda Land p5b EC

Echo and Vi barely miss Tess at breakfast this morning, escaping away to the south where they are beginning to realize what this adventure–and the past two years–has meant.

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love

If My Future Self is Like Me

…I think maybe she’ll love you too.

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love poetry

To Love You Reverently—of loving true and pure

You deserve to be treated and handled as a gift and a blessing ❤️
Because you are and that is absolute truth

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easy concentration

Kanda Land p5 EC

In part four, we saw Echo and Vi make it through their first day. But now, several weeks later, we find them in Frankfort. And they might have gotten a little too comfortable here. Reality is always on the rise.

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easy concentration

Kanda Land p4 EC

In high nerves, the first night comes to a close. Their hotel might’ve been tampered with while they were out, and most likely, neither will sleep well tonight.

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Fiction Short stories

The Banker’s Sore

A short story set in 19th century England.
A woman overcome with debt is faced with her last day to pay it. Saving grace is rare and goodwill is hard to trust. But she’s been at the hand of mercy for a year and a half already. After all, that’s the burden of being poor. Being the Banker’s sore, and what a sore the banker is.
The banker’s sore is the headache and stress which burdens the poor.