Wary on a Wednesday
Greeted by caution tape
strung outside my cubicle,
I paused wondering...
Was it was to warn me
of the tile work
out in the front hall or
of the emails
lying in wait for my log in?
Progress
The familiar cold of a mid-November Sunday-- Atticus dutifully sniffs the path of his predecessor as dried leaves scrape across the paveme...
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Awareness in itself is healing. ~Fritz Pearls
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The percussion of automatic gunfire rings loud a year later rippling like a stone thrown in still waters as a surviving child drops cau...
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