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I’ve built some incredible homes as a general contractor, but one stands out—the “Disney Home.” The homeowner and designer told us to let our imaginations run wild. I built a treehouse bedroom with a 15-foot-wide trunk, rope bridges, and a ceiling that lit up with constellations. The craftsmanship was unforgettable, and the bonds formed…
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I woke up two hours earlier than usual. If you think there’s nothing to do at 4 AM, try 2 AM. Scrolled through my phone, checked my bank accounts (still disappointing), peeked at the market’s so-called wisdom, and doom-scrolled my Google News feed. Apparently, at some point, I thought following everything Musk was a good…
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If I got some fantastic news, my first instinct would be to drop to my knees, throw my hands in the air, and belt out a Hallelujah—all the while saying “Thank you, Jesus!” of course. Now, if I was driving when the news hit, that might get a little tricky (and potentially lead to me…
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“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” — Rumi In fields of wheat spun gold at harvest’s crest,as storm-blue skies, speckled with grey,spill rain like rose petals—nude and pink—against ivory clay, smooth, untouched,waiting for the weight of oil and pastel,for the whisper of charcoal, for colors in between. A stroke of…
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Martyred saint,Cupid’s arrow—Lost in flight,A vision narrow. Lover’s dream,Divorcée’s scheme,‘Til death we vowed,Then tore the seams. Better to love and lose, they say,Than never love at all—A hollow phrase,That left me small. I type and think of you,Wishing none of it were true.Yet time makes spaceFor history’s embrace. I smile at memoriesI still chase.
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I am an ugly piece of art. That’s what my phone screen blinked in the text box. Next to it, her portrait—the love of my life. Blonde-haired royalty, her head tipped back in laughter, the weight of her beauty too much for her to bear. Or maybe just too much for me. I had…
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“Running is the greatest metaphor for life: You get out of it what you put into it.”— Mishka Shubaly It’s the Sunday of leaving,half-full boxes, half-measured haste,the weight of what was once worth somethingnow vanished without a trace. I have stood too long at the line,Get set… then silence, then bang—false starts that stole my…
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The morning was shot before it even began. The journal app wouldn’t sync, wouldn’t save, wouldn’t do the one thing it was built to do. An hour lost trying to fix it, three entries gone. Maybe I backed one up in a zip file. Maybe I didn’t. Another I had cleaned up and thrown…
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“The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.” — Audrey Hepburn It was nice to hear your voice last night—the last voice I heard before the day folded itself away. Who would’ve thought that working on a Google spreadsheet could feel like a moment of connection? But it did. You did. We…
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“Trust, if it ever truly existed, hangs by a thread—a spiderweb filament stretched thin between two points: you and me. Once, we were tethered by chains forged in shipyards, strong and unyielding. Now, those chains have snapped, leaving us adrift, floating farther apart toward horizons we’ll never share.“ The rain falls softly outside, but…
BB Grey--musings 