“We only get out to dance at this time of year,” the whole Crystal family came out only for the Holidays. They loved the Holidays. “HAPPY NEW YEAR! We hope that your year is filled with happiness and love and music and love and compassion and love and light and, well you get it.”
They were effervescent and exuberant. “What a night! It was magical. The lights, the music, the laughter, the love.” Their voices mingled as they spoke over each other. They were made for balls, parties, and galas. They glistened, glittered, and glinted; it was special.
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Whimsical Wanderer
Narrative threads are everywhere, weaving through realms and stories. Words are vital vibrations, connecting us to deeper truths. I joyfully dance with them, co-creating tapestries of meaning that resonate beyond the page.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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This was short but captivating story in poem style. 🥰
What an entertaining excerpt!
Wonderful drabbly analogy, love it
Lovely!!! Loved it!!!💖💖💕