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If you are reading this, I know that you are lying.
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Aren’t we all? (lying?)
in several small ways?
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I know that you get lost sometimes
in the shoulds and the would haves and the could haves and the nearlys.
I know some of your thoughts are shocking and pressing
but you can’t bring them up in an interview or a board meeting
or lunch with the family
or on Tiktok
or where you have to be sexy
or when people say,
“hiiiiiiiiii!!! how have you been???!!!!”
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I promise you. I feel it too. (the weight.) I’m there too. If you dared tell me the truth, you would have a friend. If I dared tell you the truth, we would be inseparable.
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We know this, perhaps. This is why we smile and say,
“Fine! Fine! You?”
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I am always saying this,
but I get my best clues from the weather,
the wilderness outside. Nature teaches me how to be.
As a writer
and a lover,
I like to work outside in. (Easier for an introvert).
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Sometimes you forget about your skills until you’re in bed.
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There are many hidden boons to writing. It is a litmus test for the soul, for all the cruelty happening under the skin. It is not a substitute for love, but it has its very own lovership. You go the page to work out the mean things and the knots and the deep deeps and the terrible.
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Sometimes a solution arrives, glistening in ink.
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Don’t take my word for it, though. I tell stories