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ontheturtlesback · 10 months ago
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Lady and the Lamp
She’s on standby on your nightstand. If you turn her on she turns you on. If she gets tired, you can keep her body, but replace the bulb. No more flickering – What’s the point in bickering?  Only when it turns to night should she Illuminate the bedroom That is her purpose, Right? To look pretty, please look pretty And bright But not so bright that she outshines the main…
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ontheturtlesback · 10 months ago
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Lady and the Lamp
She’s a lamp. She’s on standby on your nightstand. If you turn her on she turns you on. If she gets tired, you can keep her body, but replace the bulb. No more flickering – What’s the point in bickering?  Only when it turns to night should she Illuminate the bedroom That is her purpose, Right? To look pretty, please look pretty And bright But not so bright that she outshines the…
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ontheturtlesback · 11 months ago
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The land of good people
My love affair with Mozambique began when I was 18. It was the first place I ever traveled to outside of my home country, and like all first loves, it beguiled me. Long after the affair ended, it would nostalgically cross my mind from time to time, reminding me of its warmth, ruggedness, and slow-paced frequency. I could not help but compare every other land I traversed to Mozambique. It is a…
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ontheturtlesback · 1 year ago
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Purpose or Porpoise?
Hello and welcome to my Ted Talk. We spend the first 18 years of our lives preparing for the big world and the day we can finally live in alignment with our life’s purpose. Once it comes, however, most of us shit our pants as we quickly realise we are very much unprepared for the big world and unaligned with our life’s purpose. Some of us are born with a purpose. A friend of mine comes to mind.…
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ontheturtlesback · 1 year ago
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Raised by Wolves
“Were you raised by wolves?” I guess it isn’t really a question. But I’ll answer, regardless.
No, I wasn’t raised by wolves (though at times I wish I was).
I was raised by children. - a mother who needed the bottle more than I did and a father who didn’t know how to speak.
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