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in my backyard, there are a lot of trees. but the one closest to the kitchen window is what catches my eye every morning.

you see, all of the leaves let go of the spindly arms months ago ... all except one.

there is this one ragged leaf that refuses to fall. it has braved all the frosts and the icy winds that would tear it from the height and send ( Read more... )

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midnight brings out the best in me. I write better, I think clearer, I play the piano for hours and never run out of a melody to capture.

I orchestrate like a sleepwalker. in the morning, I never remember what I created. I never play the same thing twice. it used to irritate me. now, it just fascinates me. every song is a fingerprint. every tremor ( Read more... )

I tend to put too much stock in things of this earth. my car to get me to work or to help me find a new job, the chair to hold me while I put up the alphabet in the classroom, my alarm clock to go off in the morning, my hair gel to activate the right amounts of frizz and curls.

chariots, princes, men and this silly boastful pride of life.

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I used to look at it all and swear that if I had the chance, I would change it all. now I look at it all and smile and know that even if it's the most pathetic story ever told, it's mine.

I fell asleep somewhere between last night and this morning and a cup of tea is helping the morning become the afternoon.

my head is clearing to the scent of oranges and spices. it is helping me relive the story I want to tell you, about what happened in those hours.

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