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No calendar. No accounting of yesterday's acorns. Only the branch, the grip, the next second demanding a decision. The squirrel never saves being alive for later.

I came back for myself

I came back for you my dear In the warmth of the sunlight I remembered you Honest, flawed, curious, and loving I remember the times you carried heavy weights in your soul, and thought tomorrow would not come I remember the times you laughed, laughed with all of your might Lifted your voice... read more

Chapter 50 - The Anchor and the Threshold

Sakura's hand hesitated over the water basin, the warm, damp cloth suddenly feeling as heavy as lead. The old title of affection for her sister had slipped out against her will, carrying with it a tangled knot of childhood longing and deep, rusted resentment. Despite all the years of silence, the... (edited) read more

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From Memory of a Starlit Night

I whirl and whirl in cherubic glee, On a warm evening of summer. My vision sways, As i lay on the terrace my eyes trace the boundless azure sky, so much closer than it ever seems. In a moment of awe The stars swell brighter , brighter, glinting softly on my bare face. And as my body... (edited) read more

Is my experience of cycling unusual?

Around March, I started walking on the advice of my therapist. After about a month of this, I gave up on it, as my feet and ankles became intolerably achy and sore. I could stand my feet being a bit sore immediately after a walk, but the pain persisted for days, even when I cut back the walking... (edited) read more