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Neighbors The buildings are neighbors. They are different sizes, shapes and colors. Yet, the times when their reflections ap...

Unraveled The rope has unraveled. I remember when it was new, tightly woven and strong. I'm grateful for all it held for ...

When the Light is Blocked When the light is blocked, a shadow is cast. We don't know how long it will last. Remember,  ...

Stillness There is a beauty stillness offers that motion can't. A presence that endures. Clarity instead of blurs. Th...

Hung Up I never thought this could happen to me. The breeze was strong. My string was taught. Now, look at me. Tangled ...

Illusion I stare at the face as it stares at me. In reality, I am looking at a tree. There is no face, but it's all t...

The Winding Staircase The winding staircase is deceptive. Its short segments look easy to conquer. I run down and around, ...