The light glistens across the bricks blanching in the sun. The heat of the day pulsing in the streets; vibrating from every body dodging and seeking pockets of shade that offer no relief. The acrid smell of cigarettes and weed co-mingling and weaving along the avenue, there’s an…
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A turn of phrase often soars above my head - it’s too literal, and that makes it open for interpretation. Idioms are more my speed, perhaps because I…
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breathe with me
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and look the other way
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beginning the beginner's journey
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alternately, when your ducks are all lined up
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I am the sort of person that will walk away from something that becomes too popular and that “everyone” is doing. And it’s hypocritical of me, because I…
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I submitted my first writing piece a few weeks ago for a fiction contest, and it was the first piece of fiction I’ve ever written. 100 words in a…
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