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Everything is truly Alive
wake up! Wake up from your everyday life. Wake up from your mundane existence. We have to remember who we are. Remember who you… really… are. we don’t know how we are made. We really don’t. But we do know where we come from. At least we can if we can… wake up and remember.
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Turquoise Clouds in a Green Sky
“I always remember the first time I saw the green sky and the turquoise clouds skating across it.” These words had stayed with Alice Barrett for two years. She’d been six- years-old and snuggled next to her great-grandmother, known to nearly all the family as Granny Rose, on a large, rather uncomfortable armchair. Granny Rose had been telling her a story, at least that’s what Alice believed, but it was a strange memory, blurry apart from those few words.
By Matthew Bathama day ago in Fiction
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CUTE It starts with love. . . Love everyone. No one goes to hell. Heaven is in the Heart of Love.🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
There’s a deep sadness beneath the brevity, suggesting rejection before identity has a chance to form. The emotional weight feels heavier because it’s left unspoken.
Oooo, this is a good one!
Very clever!
Brilliantly-crafted & fierce! 💪🏾🎉
Oooo, this was very intriguing. Loved it!
Creepy
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