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Crimson

 

I wish I could tell you what to expect everyday when you come here, or “what kind of blog” this is.

But I never claimed to be reliable… or stable.

This post was born of a writing prompt over at Studio Thirty Plus.

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Leaving…

yearning…

the door

the front door

the knob taunts me from afar

the toddler wrestles me

earth shattering cries…

cries, cries, cries of socks

where’s the letter Z?

the letter Z will help

goodnight, goodnight, a thousand times goodnight moon

shoe on the foot

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