Rinse cycle
There are two kinds of people, those who think self-care is a scam, and those who own a special spoon […]
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The Rituals We Keep
Morning light creeps through my curtains. I promised Mom I would be up by now. I reach for my phone.
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Ride The White Horse
The sun and the clouds were having a ball. Spinning around and around in gay abandonment. The light show was
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Barnabas sinclair: a fish out of water
Once upon a more dignified time, I wore velvet waistcoats, wrote with a raven-feather quill, and was addressed as “Master
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Cabo de Tormentas
The Cabo de Tormentas has long lured Portuguese sailors. Many have tried to round the cape, but all have failed,