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empty space

There is a hole in the world where my friend used to be. An empty space. It leaves flotsam in its wake. A name and photo at the top of my message list. I can’t erase that. I won’t erase that. But that space will never contain a voice again. After arriving in San Antonio, […]

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what hurts?

  Isn’t it odd — How many times a person will hammer a nail, knowing, if you do that, odds are you will smash your thumb bad. No biggy, people will keep swinging hammers risking that hurt. But threaten one emotional hit? People will run like they are on fire.     where the art […]

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