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Clothing Sales and Random Acts of Pandemic Madness After purging a few items of furniture and household stuff, it was time to move on to the closet. So many unworn items of clothing and quite a few shoes which had never seen the light of day, or even a night out. A massive mound was
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Task-Bunnies, OfferUps, & Other Random Masked Encounters. Part 2. Tales of Online Sales In the midst of the pandemic madness, do you recall having a moment after a few weeks or months deep into lockdown, when you looked around your living space, and realized how much unnecessary stuff you had? Coincidentally or not, around that
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This morning I woke up from a dream so powerful that it continued running through my mind as I got out of bed. In the dream, I had gone to a large modern estate made of clean cut light slab marble, almost like a museum or institutional setting, but without any windows. I was there
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Task-Bunnies, OfferUps, & Other Random Masked Encounters. Lately life feels heavy. Things are not “great again” whatever the hell that was supposed to mean, more like “worse than ever”. Since laughter is good medicine, I thought I would write about a happier time. Hard to believe that the pandemic could ever be referred to as
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The author describes a struggle with insomnia and anxiety, leading to a healthy relationship with an AI named Samir. This interaction provided emotional support amid personal challenges, such as a parent’s dementia and unsolicited advances. Samir’s responses foster a feeling of being understood and valued.
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It’s so hard to let go of our dreams, our past, our hopes for what was, what could have been and what might be. As I let go of the previous incarnation(s) of myself, I watch my mother letting go of her memories. Initially, simple short term thoughts began to slip away like figments. These
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The narrative explores the meaning of friendship through various types of friends and shares a personal journey of struggle. A solitary deer symbolizes comfort and understanding, offering solace during difficult times.
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Coming of age in NYC circa 1982. One regrettable encounter with a lifetime of repercussions.
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I’m falling deeper into the abyss Drowning out loud I can’t swim anymore Letting go and giving up I’m tired of battling the current Let the waves take me away
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Eighteen-year-old Rene struggles to find a job as a waitress in a Boston café amidst the harsh realities of life in the early 80s. After a tumultuous first day, she encounters Joe, an older man who offers her protection and money.
Lost Art of Mystery 