Author: Simona A. Brinson
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By the final hours of 2025, the year feels less like a checklist and more like a conversation I didn’t quite finish. The resolutions I once announced with confidence now sit quietly in the corners of my mind—unmet goals, half-built habits, dreams postponed rather than abandoned. I didn’t become the version of myself I imagined…
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~by Emily Dickinson~ If I can stop one heart from breaking,I shall not live in vain;If I can ease one life the aching,Or cool one pain,Or help one fainting robinUnto his nest again,I shall not live in vain.
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The fourth-grade classroom at Avalon Elementary smelled faintly of pencil shavings and floor wax. Construction paper wreaths were crookedly taped to the walls, their glitter shedding onto the linoleum whenever someone brushed past. Outside, Naples winter meant open windows and salt in the air, not cold, but December still arrived with a kind of expectation.…
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Touch me in my secret placeThat only you can find.When you reach that secret placeBlow my ever-loving mind.But where my love, shall you begin?Start by touching me skin on skin.Touch me here. Touch me there.Touch me. Touch me, everywhere.Touch my legs. Touch my thighs.Where do you think my secret lies? Take your hands and trace…
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~by Everett Ruess~ I have not tired of the wilderness; rather I enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life I lead, more keenly all the time. I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any paved highway, and the…
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