Dear Readers, The world is precarious. Every day, rain washes its roads, so I must tread carefully. That doesn’t mean I won’t slip, because life involves other people. And we’re only human, correct? It doesn't mean I have to stop walking, either. It just implies I should be more careful lest I hurt myself. It’s …
Braiding a Poem- Plumbing the Depths of the Mind
Dear Readers, Are you overthinkers? My yoga instructor has been trying to get us to relax and empty our mind, but it's tough not to think. The mind is habitual of running. I've also been experiencing foggy memory for a while, but the more deep impressions buried in the recesses of the mind are hard …
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A Hundred Quills 