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Nature’s Breath

Cicily sat at the top of the mountain, writing in the journal that Brian had given her.

Brian.

Why had things gone so wrong?

Well, nothing had gone wrong really, it just didn’t go right.

How was she ever supposed to give her heart to someone and stay her own person?

Maybe she just wasn’t meant to fall in love.

Looking out at the trees below, Cicily felt a bit of peace. This was the real world. Not that city mess that she needed to escape from every weekend. This.  Read the rest of this entry

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Stop resisting.

Don’t linger in

the world of

tangible doubts

and garbage smells,

where you flail

about, clueless Read the rest of this entry