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Never forget, whatever she makes she can also destroy. like a god throwing genocidal temper tantrums for worshiping the wrong deity, with vengeance of a woman scorned, Mother Nature whirls hurricanes, twirls thunderstorms, shakes things up with richter nines. She sends tornados, dancing tarantella, across midwestern plains, ignites flames of rage across mountain towns,…
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i needed to make my way to the desert, to find a quiet place beneath the stars, to sit, to breathe in the stillness of the night to unravel the fabric of time to let the sun rise slowly, to linger in the quiet, to witness landscape unfurling, not barren, but alive, bursting with…
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I have old memories from when I was a child— the nineteen-sixties: wars, corrupt politicians, civil rights protests, race riots, governments attacking their own citizens. I thought those painful times were in my past. History repeats, despite knowledge that states history repeats. Why are we repeating repeating mistakes from the past century? Do we suffer…
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morning sun obligingly warm shining down. fertile ground exuberantly sprouts beets, marigolds and kale. joyful gardener. © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 41/365.
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Humans know each other through tiny fractions of their lives that happen to intersect, through tiny bits and pieces that are known in any way to anybody else. A strange justification for living with friends, for marrying, for sharing spaces and lives. Proximity doesn’t make people truly intimate, but it may reduce our sensation of…
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Sometimes we laugh as hard as we cry. Pain or joy, doesn’t matter. Laughter or tears bring release. Sometimes, laughing so hard, tears fall from our eyes like a waterfall. Sometimes, laughing through sorrow, because to do anything else would be unbearable. © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 39/365.
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We seek balance thinking it is stability, like a weighted cup that will never tip, spilling it’s contents over polished floorboards. But balance is not stagnant, it does not stay in place. Like the pendulum, in constant motion, always swaying back and forth. Moments of stillness occur only at the beginning and ending of…
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peeking through lace curtains sky so pink and soft i want to snuggle into downy comforter to settle back against fluffy pillow and doze off just a little longer © 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge day 37/365
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when i’m out of my mind, i go to infinity, the place of answers. i’ve died several times, physically, spiritually and emotionally i’ve gone to infinity, the place of asking questions. questions i’ve been asking my whole life, questions i forgot i was even asking. meaningful questions. questions that impact my sense of self.…
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as i gazed at desert sunset, i saw madness staring back at me from the distant horizon. naked fear set in. fear that i would lose awareness of my self, that i would forget who i am. then, breathing a sigh of relief, i relaxed in acknowledgment that it does not matter. © 2025 Bruno…
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