Category: Past
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Seven Days of the Sealey Challenge
I diligently read and became entranced by Heather Christleβs The Trees The Trees. Oh, how I saw myself in her roots and her ruthlessness.
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Calm under the waves
The most genuine smile. Her skin, warm-toned like the almonds she kept in a zip-lock bagβraw, unsalted, chewier than I liked. She was the first vegan I ever met. Sheβd share her soy nuts and say Yummy! like a child. But we were children.
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Tilted
In the distance, a mushroom cloud rises while Iβm talking to my mother. βAre we saying goodbye?β I ask, and she tells me to stay inside, take cover.
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hot air & ballrooms
“To coax myself into writing, I sometimes have to start in a completely different place than where I hope to end up.”
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Waiting In the Tall Grass
“Itβs amazing how we might return, time and time again, to a place we only might get scraps from.”
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Fortune July
on the Fourth of July, familial love, & joy, despite awareness of broader societal issues.
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whyβs it always a weather metaphor? π§
on nuanced exploration of hope and anticipation amidst a heavy, silent sky.
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Via del Biscione π§
“They people-watch with their chins cupped in their hands, giggling madly at one another every so often when they stretch their necks far enough to catch each otherβs stupid faces.”
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Shoes Stay On
A girl came up beside me and said, βI heard you were the person to speak toβ¦ about dancing?β
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Skin Therapy
“Not only is she empathizing, sheβs already thinking of the sentence that will soothe me. It might be hilarious, or it might be the most grounding thing I need. Itβs beautiful, how clearly I can count on that.”

