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"Who are you?" said the Caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly ( Read more... )

I want to bash whoever's responsible for this incomprehensible lack of passion.

This isn't your average day. This is the day above all days, when what you want happens. When those naysayers in the background drown out to the choir of hope lifting their awe inspiring sound to your soul. Can you hear that golden sun of possibility rising up inside of you ( Read more... )

This sentence would be seven words long if it were six words shorter.

"Hello, what's this?"


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These knees have stories, she said, but they'd have to be a mouth to tell you.

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I think there is only one kind of darkness. It sits in the heart and is weightless. Like the space you find in an old letterbox or between stars.