A poetic/fictitious mixed short about greeting your melancholy with kindness and making your mind into a nice place to call home.
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The autumn flush bashfully comes in during this time of year. Traces of red and orange line the green just enough to give the sense that it might actually get colder than fifty, but it never does. Most of the…read more

A Letter To The Woman They Would Not Name:

When I was learning about you, they told me that you climbed several mountains in your career. One-hundred-and-thrity-five books later, It wouldn’t be until your last decades that they finally called you by name. They said “You scaled heights that hadn’t been reached before. You were a woman who overt…

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