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When someone asks, “What animal are you?” my brain instantly fires off a zoo’s worth of options. Cheetah? Fast and flashy—tempting. Owl? Wise and mysterious—sure, I’ll take it. Elephant? Big, strong, and unforgettable—why not? Even a hippo crossed my mind (don’t judge, those chompers are no joke). But then I paused mid-thought—hold up, my diet’s…
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Even a Moon Must SetEven a moon must set, return,Slip soft into shadow’s churn.Luna, once my tide, my glow,A silver pull I used to know—Now dims beneath a wider arc,A fading gleam, a cooling spark. Every sky holds a little blue,A bruise of dusk, a fleeting hue.But Sol—it burns, bright and true,A flame no cloud…
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“The past is never where you think you left it.”— Franz Kafka Past clings like rust,Heavy, it anchors me still—A shadow, not me. It chokes breath, unmoved,A weight of despair, rusted,Forever behind. New blooms soft and green,A spring rises, light and free—Roots work unseen now. Not yesterday’s dust,Not tomorrow’s dream—but here,Growth I can’t force. Look…
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Daily Prompt: A Letter to My Hundred-Year-Old Self Dearest Me, Happy Birthday! Today, you turn 100—a century of breaths, heartbeats, and steps guided by a hand greater than our own. As I sit here, almost 50 years behind you on March 10, 2025, I can only marvel at the life we’ve lived. Half a century…
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So, I wake up early because I crash early—makes sense, right? But 1:30 a.m.? That’s not early; that’s just rude. I tried to zen out, refusing to grab my phone or flip on the lights—basically avoiding the overstimulation trap I used to fall into with my little girls. Back when they were 1 or 2,…
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So, where would I go on a shopping spree? Buckle up, because this might shock you. I’m a sucker for REI—give me hiking gear and tools any day—but deep down? I’m a mushy romantic. Yeah, I know, wild plot twist! If my employees or subcontractors caught wind of this, they’d choke on their energy drinks…
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You carried wounds you never asked for,shadows that were never yours to hold.Yet, when it was your turn,you chose to fight instead of fold. No one showed you how to heal,yet you learned,through trial, through error,through nights you thought you’d break.Still, you rose. The weight of silence pressed against your throat,but you spoke.The echoes of…
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Do you dream, my love,in hues of wheat and gold,a harvest ripe and radiant,glowing beneath storm-blue skies—their vastness flecked with gray,a tempest’s tender prelude? I see you,rain-rose petals, nude and pink,scattered soft against the ivory silkof your skin—smooth as clay,unmarred, awaiting the artist’s hand.A canvas alive,you beckon my brush,strokes bold and delicate—oil pastels in saffron…
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I tally my days,a quiet inventory—wins and lossesetched upon a fragile card.Today, a single Woutshines the L,and tomorrow dawns,a tender promise,small at times,yet woven with hope nonetheless. I sought You today,in the shadow of my helplessness,in the fleeting breath of praise.I called to Youwhen strength faltered,when weakness bowed me low,in humility’s soft cradle,in honor’s fleeting…
BB Grey--musings 