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The Mimes Cry

Mimicry is both voluntary and involuntary, humanity both symptom and cause. Who are the mimes that dispense medication to mimes that cry?

It Can Tell Yet Not Acknowledge

In my dream, I'd fallen into a puddle during the rain, a fairy woke me up, and carried me to the curb, laying me down on a wet bed of flowers. I held my finger out to her as if to see if she was real, and she held my hand without saying a word. I stared at the rain falling in the street, and fell into a trance at the many circles it created. I asked the fairy why the rain was creating circles, and she smiled before pointing across the street, to the other curb, and he was there laying also in a bed of flowers. Laura Lynn Vala

Et tu aimes les petits enfants

"L'absence est une maison si vaste qu'à l'intérieur vous passerez à travers ses murs et accrocherez des images en l'air." ~ Pablo Neruda

Scraping For Deliverance

"Curiosity, learning, and interpretation are together a dance that finds rest in blankets of continuity." Laura Lynn Vala

u n l e a s h e d

Why does on leash and unleash sound similar, and do they bring to mind thoughts of freedom, prison, or both?

o F F E R I N G

“She turned, and saw a great white moon looking at her over the hill. And her breast opened to it, she was cleaved like a transparent jewel to its light. She stood filled with the full moon, offering herself. Her two breasts opened to make way for it, her body opened wide like a quivering anemone, a soft, dilated invitation touched by the moon.” ― D.H. Lawrence

Vapor

“The secret island had looked mysterious enough on the night they had seen it before - but now, swimming in the hot June haze, it seemed more enchanting than ever. As they drew near to it, and saw the willow trees that bent over the water-edge and heard the sharp call of moorhens that scuttled off, the children gazed in delight. Nothing but trees and birds and little wild animals. Oh, what a secret island, all for their very own, to live on and play on.” ― Enid Blyton, The Secret Island

a p a r t

“Here, when I say I never want to be without you, somewhere else I am saying I never want to be without you again. And when I touch you in each of the places we meet, in all of the lives we are, it's with hands that are dying and resurrected. When I don't touch you it's a mistake in any life, in each place and forever” ― Bob Hicok

It Matters, But…

“Legacy accounting: Will you have been an asset or a liability on the world's balance sheet?” ― Ryan Lilly

Fountains

“Wolves and Doves mate for life. I hope in the next life I am one of the two.” ― Amanda Mosher

A U D I O P H I L E

“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.” ― Fernando Pessoa

Shells

“You can live for a long time inside the shell you were born in. But one day it'll become too small." "Then what?" I ask. "Well, then you'll have to find a larger shell to live in." I consider this for a moment. "What if it's too small but you still want to live there?" She sighs. "Gracious, child, what a question. I suppose you'll either have to be brave and find a new home or you'll have to live inside a broken shell.” ― Christina Baker Kline

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The Mimes Cry

Mimicry is both voluntary and involuntary, humanity both symptom and cause. Who are the mimes that dispense medication to mimes that cry?

It Can Tell Yet Not Acknowledge

In my dream, I'd fallen into a puddle during the rain, a fairy woke me up, and carried me to the curb, laying me down on a wet bed of flowers. I held my finger out to her as if to see if she was real, and she held my hand without saying a word. I stared at the rain falling in the street, and fell into a trance at the many circles it created. I asked the fairy why the rain was creating circles, and she smiled before pointing across the street, to the other curb, and he was there laying also in a bed of flowers. Laura Lynn Vala

Et tu aimes les petits enfants

"L'absence est une maison si vaste qu'à l'intérieur vous passerez à travers ses murs et accrocherez des images en l'air." ~ Pablo Neruda

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Uprooting 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙭

“What we've been taught is climax, is but an account of another's appraised peak atop a mountain or molehill. If we yield to what others circumscribe as high or low, we might not walk further than stimulation or climb higher than exhaustion." — Jen e. Limon

Uprooting 𝙟𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩

“The ideal state of a frozen dessert yields to melting beneath the sun's rays, so we tend to rush the enjoyment of ice cream before it changes into something sticky and less pleasurable. Man, too, goes through states of freezing and melting, but if we standby only in his ideal state, we miss the far reach of stickiness through each phase, which, if observed with patience and allowed to cover our hearts, can become a great sweetness to our souls.” ~ Jen e. Limon

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Scraping For Deliverance

"Curiosity, learning, and interpretation are together a dance that finds rest in blankets of continuity." Laura Lynn Vala

u n l e a s h e d

Why does on leash and unleash sound similar, and do they bring to mind thoughts of freedom, prison, or both?

5-Dimensional Vertex

“You don't learn to walk by following rules. You learn by doing, and by falling over.” ― Richard Branson

It Can Tell Yet Not Acknowledge

In my dream, I'd fallen into a puddle during the rain, a fairy woke me up, and carried me to the curb, laying me down on a wet bed of flowers. I held my finger out to her as if to see if she was real, and she held my hand without saying a word. I stared at the rain falling in the street, and fell into a trance at the many circles it created. I asked the fairy why the rain was creating circles, and she smiled before pointing across the street, to the other curb, and he was there laying also in a bed of flowers. Laura Lynn Vala

The Description

“In the Winter of my life I fell in love with Autumn and you. The leaves will change and fall but your love I feel is here to stay, at least for just another day.” ― Maria Koszler

a m a z e d

“Our wings are small but the ripples of the heart are infinite.” ― Amit Ray