Great Quote from Oprah Winfrey
“Everyone wants to ride with you in the limo, but what you need is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”
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Snippett Zone – Birds, Pots, and Asteroids
The early bird never boils, but a watched pot always catches the worm -Snippitt
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The Walker, Itself
When I drove up in front of my Grandma’s house, the first thing I saw was her walker, standing on the sidewalk. It was by itself; the purse usually dangling from the crossbar was with Grandma in the hospital. We’d had a small rain shower while I was gone for a hectic day and a
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Snippett Zone -Take a breath
I am able to walk on air, but only as long as my illusion supports me. Snippitt
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The Window
Probably it’s an ordinary house; most likely, anyway, but since I’ve never lived anywhere else, it’s what suits me best. And the very best part about this house is that it has windows: some of them have sunshine which pours in, warm and inviting, especially on cold days. To sink into a puddle of sunshine
Snippett – Fear and placing blame
Snippett, He, she, it is an amalgamation of a being who is all genders and genderless. Snippet thinks in short brief excerpts of thought and mind. Snippett is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and he, she, it lies between the pit of human fears and the summit of mankind’s
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Snippett Zone – Temptation Grows Old
Desire and temptation tend to go hand-in-hand. If one has the desire to do something, temptation can’t be far behind.
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Lost Love
I couldn’t help it. My lower lip trembled, so I bit it to stop that revealing motion, and to prevent myself from – what? What next? Sobbing aloud? Shrieking? We were parted. Separated. Torn from each other. My heart hurt. It was all too abrupt. I wouldn’t do this; couldn’t live this way. I remembered
So, why are you doing this?
That may be a question you have about these blogs and bits of writing, so here’s my attempt at explaining something we don’t fully understand ourselves. We’re writing blogs (these among others) and vignettes, prose, poems or exploratory thoughts to challenge ourselves: to write better, to hone our craft, to search for just the right
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