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Before he died, a father said to his son; “Here is a watch that your grandfather gave me. It is almost 200 years old. Before I give it to you, go to the jewelry store downtown. Tell them that I want to sell it, and see how much they offer you."

The son went to the jewelry story, came back to his father, and said; "They offered $150.00 because it's so old."

The father said; “Go to the pawn shop."

The son went to the pawn shop, came back to his father, and said; "The pawn shop offered $10.00 because it looks so worn."

The father asked his son to go to the museum and show them the watch.

He went to the museum, came back, and said to his father; “The curator offered $500,000.00 for this very rare piece to be included in their precious antique collections."

The father said; “I wanted to let you know that the right place values you in the right way. Don't find yourself in the wrong place and get angry if you are not valued. Those that know your value are those who appreciate you, don't stay in a place where nobody sees your value."

Know your worth. Seek out where you are treasured.

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Just practicing my chalk art

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I wanna live in a little quaint cottage that backs up to a big old forest full of birds and deer and mystery and i want to dry my laundry outside when its sunny and tend to my garden when its foggy and sit inside by the fire and write when its rainy

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It's never easy to see

The things I've done to me

Realities fractal reflections

On the water

Ripple malignantly with every

Ignoration of soul

In burning silence

Deafeningly deafened ears

What are you still doing here?

Wanting

A proclamation of oneself

Only aware of the tantalizing steam

Of the copper kettle in your heart

Never the scream.

Only the scream?

Silence, please

Have to take it off

Have to make it stop

Don't want to hear

Don't want to see

The me I truly want to be.

Stay calm. Settle down.

Confine one's eyes if you must

Batten down your ears

Allow that boiling, hellish water

To enclose your vitality

Beginning to unhurriedly

steep my immortality.

Linger in the taste

The alchemy slowly changing

Transcending this version of being.

-blomme

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“oh, and the way these words fool me! they coat themselves in periwinkle shine and toss themselves in saffron glitter as if i can’t see all that glamour (i can’t). the way they marvel on the tongue, slip and trip over their true meanings and evolve into these sort of pretty, dark beings. they really are in every sense of the word, malicious. how anyone can find a poet and a writer and their relationship with words as anything but toxic and controlling and manipulative is beyond me. but then again… i’m talking from personal experience.”

— a door aglow by the setting sun, the sort of winter coldness that haunts sprawling mansions. the way you used to write everything in glitter pens and the taste of cherry juice dripping down elbows // archaic remains 24

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The sun a smear behind clouds of shaded iron The garden culled was weeds made forgotten  The north wind was cold with bitter memories  The west winds lost in walls mazed with cracks The east only gave sadness like a slow whisper The south promised rain but only gave thunder 

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Made a friend at work!

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Finally finished one of my projects

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You have to start noticing things. The direction of the rays of sunshine, how it touches and warms your skin; the sway of a leaf in a mild breeze; the simple beauty of the flowers; the strong smell of your morning coffee; the wind in your hair and on your face; the liveliness of the city; the calm of your soul. You have to start noticing this and start living for it.

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i want to run off to a little house in the meadow with only my cat as a companion. i want to grow a beautiful, flourishing garden with fruits, veggies and herbs galore. i want to bake bread and sit outside with my wildlife friends and enjoy the peace of that life. i want to be a myth to society, a whisper from one to another.

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“happiness isn’t for the faint-hearted. it’s for the brave, who battle against the misery thrown at them until they appreciate what is rightfully theirs, because they know happiness doesn’t come without gratitude.”

— ektasomera

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“Slowly I’m renewing my soul.”

— Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West written c. May 1928

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light at the end of the forest..

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