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The Salt Between Us: My Most Memorable Vacation
I remember the morning we left, how you fumbled with the car keys while I counted sunscreen bottles like rosary beads in my palm. The highway stretched before us, a ribbon of possibility threading through mountains that wore clouds like crowns…
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Inheritance
Though winds dispersed what once was meant to be, They carried seeds you never meant to sow… A gentle meditation on love’s enduring spirit, Inheritance explores how what feels like an ending can become a beginning elsewhere.
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Night’s Calm Guardian: A Journey
I stand beneath the silver orb, its ancient face familiar yet unknowable, a coin tossed into the velvet purse of sky. How many nights have I looked up to find this same companion, this celestial lighthouse that has guided ships through storm and lovers through uncertainty?
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Kami
Kami. Animism. Sacred. Home. Whatever word you choose, the truth remains: You belong here. You have always belonged here. The earth recognizes you as its own beloved child, and in return, it asks only that you remember.
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Mirror of Creation
I am the canvas that bleeds color before the brush arrives, the silence that holds its breath before the first note sounds… You are the ocean receiving rivers—every gesture I make flows into the vastness of your understanding, changes you in ways I cannot measure… She stands at the intersection of courage and terror, her…
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無常の流れ Mujō no Nagare (Impermanence Flow)
Morning mist rises from concrete— the city breathes through steel lungs, exhales yesterday’s promises into today’s uncertainty. A businessman’s reflection fractures in puddles that mirror neon signs, each ripple erasing the face he wore at twenty, replacing it with lines drawn by decades of subway commutes and convenience store dinners. Because things are the way…
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Under the Knife
Have you ever lain there in the pre-dawn darkness, hospital gown twisted around your shoulders like surrender, counting the ceiling tiles because counting keeps the mind from wandering toward the sharp edges of what comes next? This journey explores the profound vulnerability and unexpected strength found in the surgical experience—from the sterile waiting rooms to…
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What Are Your Daily Habits?
The question arrives like morning light through venetian blinds—slicing the darkness into manageable strips of inquiry. What are your daily habits? As if habit were a simple thing, as if the repetition of breathing could be catalogued like grocery lists or tax returns. I wake each day to the sound of my own heart insisting…
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What Terrible Time to the Young Preferring Thanatos than Eros
In the cathedral of screens, where light bleeds blue into the tender corners of seventeen-year-old eyes, they gather like moths to the flame of their own undoing, these children who have learned the weight of emptiness before they’ve known the gravity of love. What terrible time is this— when the pulse beneath their wrists speaks…
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Foz Isn’t for Amateurs: After a wise friend
At the edge of three nations where rivers marry in thunderous ceremony, where maps dissolve into mist and spray, there exists a place that swallows the unprepared whole—not with malice but with the indifferent appetite of pure extremity. Foz. The name itself a Portuguese whisper that means mouth, and here the earth opens its vast…
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