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Credits
Life Lessons Make Your Bed: Little things that can change your life… and maybe the world, Admiral William H. McRaven (2017)The Little Red Book of Wisdom, Mark DeMoss (2007)The Essential Wooden: A Lifetime of Lessons on Leaders and Leadership, John W., Steve J. (2007)As a Man Thinketh, James Allen (1903)How To Be A Gentleman, John…
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Bucket List
Sometimes, it needs a little edit, because people and life change. But the ones that are important stay. This list was found in the archives, do you have one? Capabilities (to have the skills one day…)Motorcycle LicenseLifeguard CertificationFirefighter CertificationPilot LicenseMasters Business AdministrationMasters Science Nursing CreativeWrite, design, and print a bookTurn the literature into a cinematic…
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Epilogue
Falling. Falling in love. Why do we fall into love? As if we have no control. Is it a realization at the first glimpse, that life simply wouldn’t be worth living, if it couldn’t spent without? So in a proper manner, a respect of person & space, you take a chance and ask, a reunion…
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Letter
jasmine. hazel. rose. she loved flowers. and so it was only natural for her to like the flower names they were discussing. he held them in his arms with a sad smile. it would be their last night together, the three of them. For the laughs we had, the crazy adventures we traveled, the sandy…
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Fence
Maybe the beauty of life is always in the search of something we love. That even when we find it, we have to let go. Because only then, do we realize, what is gone. When we have a whole life ahead, we wait for another day, but when it is the last. It’s been over…
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Meet
The performance was in dedication, a performance that she was supposed to be in… as people danced by two in the musical finale, he performed alone in memory of her there. It rained the afternoon of her memorial. People spoke, friends and family cried. Memories that became lost in the rain. He stood there for…
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Rain
She gave him a kiss whenever they departed. Because each moment was treated like a cherished memory, as if any moment could be their last moment. And should the last moment come to surface one day, their last memory of one another will be their kiss goodbye. And so he gave her a kiss whenever…
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Penultimate
The word is penultimate. The moment just before something ends. The second to last episode or chapter. The feelings you get when you know things are about to end. You chose to take this journey, and it was quite a journey to explore. Little by little knowing the end is coming, and sort of wanting…
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Petrichor
Rubbles. Rain dripping. A black and white moving silhouette in a captured portrait, as writing and voice repeat in echo. Vanishing. Turning it to see one more time, one last time. Duty is the death of love… and love is the death of duty. Dirt and debris flying like birds in the air. Drips of…
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Coalescence
Coalescence. The process where droplets augment by a force of attraction through movement. Growing until reaching a point that overcomes resistance, becoming too difficult to be held. As the force of gravity coincides with the composition. And it falls to the Earth. Falling as rain… It comes in entrance and goes in conclusion. Bringing life…
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Pages
“May I?”, he said extending his hand. She handed him the book and he flipped through the pages. “You know, we’re all kind of like books. What kind of book do you want to write?” The book was in pristine condition, and in the corner of his eye he noticed writing on a page before…
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Release
She loved him when they were able to live in simple luxuries, and she loved him him when they were barely able to make it. She always made him feel better, comforting him in sickness, growing closer during times of valley; and when they reached the mountains high, relaxing in happiness and health, enjoying life.…
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Saudade
Should we part once more… Her father lifted the hair against her shoulders and gently placed it upon her neck. A heart necklace with a photo inside. “This way you’ll always know that she’s there with you, your guardian angel.” “How did you know when you were in love?” Her father thought for a moment.…
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Mail
“Do you think about mommy?” “I always think about her, sweetie.” “The first year was really hard. I wrote letters, and left flowers for her everyday. She loved flowers… I never knew where the letters went. Sometimes the rain washes them away, sometimes I would drop it in the mailbox.” “Did she ever get the…
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He was playing an instrument softly in the background, in the dancing strings of guitar or the play of keys in piano, singing in a gentle voice to help her fall asleep in her crib. Some nights he cradled her in his arms singing to her, and eventually all he needed was one song to…
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Farewell,
It was December. Time was coming to a close. As the snow fell, the tree dangling lights filling the streets. Brimming branches of pine and stacks of long wooden trunks. Finding a home. “you said feelings become stories when we forget them. maybe some of them become songs too…” “that would be nice” (doctor who,…
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Cheers,
it was the last christmas. in which he gave his heart. The fireplace crackled, and the seasonal decorations lifted the air, smells of pine trees and baked holiday cookies was a gift unraveled. A red Santa hat that she wore, decorating the tree; ornaments, lights, the snowy specks. Oh and the star. They liked being…
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Yours Truly,
He was rushing to the hospital that day. Driving past red lights when no cars were there, honking through passersby, barely stopping at stop signs. Sliding left and right to get ahead of others, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding her hand, which she was squeezing intermittently, holding back her pain.…
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In Faith,
“Dad” “Yes sweetheart?” “What happens after you die?” “…That depends on what you believe sweetie.” “Everyone has a different way in how they see the world. At the very beginning, people believed in gods that ruled the skies, oceans, and many other things because they didn’t know why it happened. Over time it changed as…
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Sincerely,
The main question lied, how did they both see each other as pieces broke apart. At that place and time, she was the only girl he wanted, and while they were together he couldn’t imagine doing anything other than seeing her happy. Well other emotions too, but she liked being happy. So when she was…
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Regards,
Being a player was in the nature, at the roots of the heart. But there was a surface desire for a love story; a stumble that came across accidentally, coincidentally. To make the play of many to be in the play of one. The road of no commitments is a road that is hard to…
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Respectfully,
i see her in my dreams. it’s where we always meet. when i wake i lose memory of it and i forget what it means to dream. Love is blind. It isn’t until after we fall out of it, do we begin to see clearly again. And so… Do you ever break your own heart?…
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Love,
…he thought back, to every time he said goodbye to her, always giving her a kiss, whether on the lips or on the cheeks, wishing if only just one more time… He was playing in the streets, singing to the passersby. Set up sitting on a bench, an amplifier, a microphone on a stand. The…
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Cordially,
Fall is a season of exhilarating sadness, a moment in time when we marvel at the radiant colors and celebrate harvest, yet mourn the inevitable retreat of the world back into the ground. Leaves blowing away in the last few days of a good friend/ lover. “At the end of the day, the countryside is…
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Rosa
love. love is an art. every step slow. the passion strong. and when pieces fall apart, we begin as strangers again. and so he forgot. he saw her face in every flower, and yet she wasn’t there. but still, he surrounded his world in flowers. Each of these lives is the right one. every path…
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