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These veins have become soft rivers in a landscape of skin.

I look at them. Wrinkles have multiplied.

I see gnarly old tree roots and bones of the earth.

Their past was smooth and soft. The...

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Spiraling like a labyrinth, hissing like a snake, pulling us forward on a string held by an immortal that knows the way but will not stop any one of us from stumbling and falling and sometimes...

Have you ever tried to buy your dreams? It is easy to get caught up shopping for things that actually are hard work to achieve. I know I did this with magic in the years where I could not quite...