Ice cracks in the glass
Condensation wets my thumb
Clock ticks above me
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Flower InBloom
I write from lived truth, where healing meets awareness and spirituality stays grounded in real life. These words are an offering, not instruction — a mirror for those returning to themselves.
— Flower InBloom
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From ad men to mad men
It's after 2am in the morning when a local police patrol vehicle in Northern New Jersey spots a figure costumed as Quasimodo, The Hunchback of Notre Dame, proceeding southbound on the sidewalk along Lydecker Street. Though the hunchback’s costume stuffing offers added insulation, it's January, and friggin’ freezing. Carefully, the officers slow down, gently question the subject, and offer him a ride home.
By David W. Maury2 days ago in Humor
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Beautifully concise. I love the phrasing composition and word choice, especially “condensation”. ❤️
I love how this seems to signify and portray the sensation of waiting just by using simple words that denote touch and hearing.
Short but sweet