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List three books that have had an impact on you. Why? Wuthering Heights- gothic and destructive- generational trauma Poetry of Emily Dickinson- small lines, big impact. A Rose for Emily – William Faulkner (short story) but wow! Different moments of a life told at a funeral reveal the truth about a person- powerful
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We leave traces of ourselves everywhere. Initials are carved into trees. Locks are fastened to bridges. We paint, we journal, we write songs. Our newest obsession is scattering fragments of ourselves across social media, preserving thoughts that might otherwise vanish with the passing day. Why do we do this? We know, whether we admit it…
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At some point, everyone realizes they are both the author and the unfinished manuscript. And the terrifying thing about life is that no one hands you a final draft. You are constantly editing while the story is still being lived. Some chapters need rewriting.Some people need deleting entirely. Because not every character deserves a permanent…
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Some fairytales aren’t always about love… but loneliness.
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A life is not built all at once. It is planted. Every decision we make becomes something living. Some choices grow into shelter. Others become weeds that choke the light out of everything around them. And by the time we finally step back to look at the garden of our lives, we realize how much…
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Not all tears are the same. People speak about crying as though it is a single emotion, a simple sign of sadness, but tears are more complicated than that. They are language without words. The body’s way of releasing what the heart can no longer carry alone. Every kind of grief has its own color.…
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Some people bloom loudly. Others grow in silence. Friendship has always reminded me of a garden because every person brings a different kind of life into ours. Some arrive bright and immediate, impossible to ignore while Others take seasons before we understand their importance. Some wilt too quickly. Some survive impossible winters. And somehow, every…
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There are burdens so carefully hidden that the world mistakes us for weightless. We tread water with practiced grace moving through life as though nothing inside us aches. Because pain carried beneath the surface becomes easy for others to ignore. People cannot see every responsibility, illness, or expectation lurking beneath the surface. People assume…
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Time does not move in silence. It is shifts of light, in the way we carry ourselves through each passing day. Each one has a voice, a temperament, a way of holding the weight of existence differently. And somehow, we recognize ourselves in all of them. If Monday were a person, he would walk with…
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