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We tried this and it failed. The fencing from the outside seemed solid and pure, newly polished and ready to shelter. We made a life with intertwined lips and laced fingers. There is a remarkable spark that builds in your toes and bleeds out your palms. I tried and failed. We tried this and it...
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Do you ever catch yourself caught between breaths and waiting for something to happen? For winds to change in directions that fill empty rooms and blow breezes scented with new beginnings … I do.  I sit with toes curled beneath soft blankets, feeding on the cold that is nipping at my nose....