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Truly was born at 11:11 on November 11. She was born Truly Amber Devine, but she didn’t tell many people that. She figured Truly Devine was bad enough. The Devine came from her father, not The Father. She didn’t have much to say about that, as she had never met him. Or them, as she [...]

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Spring begins to step out of her shell early here
but still reluctantly
Trees, dipped in cotton candy pink paint, have begun to pop up here and there
Buds and morning dew are artfully arranged on trees like christmas lights
Birds chatter happily to each other in the mornings
while geese fly about sounding bossy
But Spring is still timid, too [...]

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Good morning

“Mmmm, good morning,” she said sleepily, stretching her fingers toward the sky. “I don’t usually get to see you. You are usually gone by the time I wake up.”
“I know, but sometimes, I just love to watch you wake up. You are so beautiful first thing in the morning,” he told her quietly.
She blushed at [...]

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I caught a falling star

I’ve been having lots of nightmares lately, a good sign that I have been ignoring my creativity for too long.
But amidst the nightmares, I’ve had some cool, lovely dreams as well, including one where I caught a falling star. As it has already burned through the atmosphere, I only caught a handful of star [...]

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Based on a True Story.com

Jaime grabbed her morning coffee, the first thing she did every morning, and headed to her computer, already thinking about what to write about on her blog. She had no idea when she started it how quickly she would become addicted to sharing the mostly true stories from her life, with snippets of things she [...]

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There is a place, deep in the woods, past the bridge sheltered by the tall oaks, past the stone stairs that stretch up into what seems like forever, past the end of all the paths, where no one ever ventures out to. Here, deep in the heart of the woods, there is an ornate mirror [...]

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Journaling prompt: What would we miss out on in life if our sole focus was material advancement?
If everything we did was just to make more money, to acquire more stuff, we would miss out on so much.
You would never paint just for the fun of playing with colors on paper
You would never write just because [...]

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Write from the point of view of the last tree standing in the forest
The silence is everywhere now. The rustlings, the whispered conversations, the settling in at night and stretching in the morning to greet the sun, the deep drinking after a rain, all gone. The wind tears through here now, and the sound [...]

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One walks along and flowers spring up at her feet
One can talk to the birds and animals and trees
One can call the wind
One is one with the sea
One can stroll along on the tops of clouds, seeing the sunshine that rides above the storms
One can gather those storms when angry
One hears the music of the [...]

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Some recent writings

Darkness comes rolling in on the wind
and sensible people hide and take cover
but the storm watcher has no fear
she wants to taste the wind
and ride it wherever it will take her.
She grins and waits to catch the storm,
on to her next adventure
– inspired by the way North Carolina thunderstorms roll in
And two things [...]

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