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He unwraps me like November takes apart a Maple tree,

piece by peace, leaf by leave.

His attention colors everything.

M/Medved 1/28/2024

The classiest girl our town had ever seen,

beautiful tomboy at 11, just plain beautiful at 17.

Did we ever witness her sashay into a room,

without that million-dollar smile, without the turning

of a dozen heads?

She was so nice.

It was what we all said when she passed away unexpectedly

in icy January, once again becoming the talk of the town.

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"Don't live the same year 90 times and call it a life."

I saw that quote today and realized I've been doing that for about 18 years now.  I've been saying it and saying it, but this is the year for chasing dreams, not following them. I like resolutions. I like clean slates and new dates on the calendar. I love New Years and the first day of January ( Read more... )

Overnight, the once bashful maple tree

turns from grasshopper green to vibrant gold,

calling us home, to a place we've never been

yet always felt in our bones

this time of year.

The streets clear, the crimson awning

of the sky becomes a kingdom,

showing us what to have faith in,

as we give ourselves permission

to just sit here and listen to

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I've never wanted winter more, with it's silent streets and howling midnight winds. The nostalgic glaze on window panes and the hum of the heater, filling the space with the same heat I'm trying to escape now. Winter makes me feel like I have permission to hibernate with journals and crock pots, instead of feeling guilt for not being out in the ( Read more... )

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Last weekend, I lost my first love and longest boyfriend of my teenage years, who was still, after 35 years, one of my close friends ( Read more... )

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