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The swallows rode the wind high above the lake, slicing the air, gliding hither and thither. One wonders if this is how they play, or is...

What is love? Is what we call love actually love? What is it that is at play when we tell someone we love them? Is it not that this...

The swallows rode the wind high above the lake, dipping suddenly, slicing the air, gliding hither and thither. One wonders if this is how...

I am so grateful to you, heartbreak, for breaking my tender heart. Your ache hurled me off my shoddy raft of fear into the depths of...

Can we ask ourselves if we understand deeply the movement of thought in our being? As of yet, the answer is no. Each one of us can...

A duck waddled to the edge of the lake, and perched on a half submerged log. Having found a stable footing, it began to bathe, twisting...

The magnolia tree had all but a few flowers left, glowing white among the green leaves that grew denser as the days stretched longer and...