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Stand up!Look around!Can you see?We are ocean waves. We are magic.We came like moths to flame—to this place—at this particular time.We are the desert breezerearranging the sand.We are wizards of poetry—of songs, and love.Can you see—when we gather and share,there is always magic.We tell tales of dreams and fears,failure and triumph,laughter and tears.We are mystical…
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If the current political leadersdisappeared today,I would miss them.I would miss waking to breaking news,the first alert, the lies rephrased,repeated, analyzed to death,sandwiched between adsselling things I don’t needwith money I don’t have.If the current political leadersdisappeared today,what would I have to look forward tobesides the quiet, indifferent sunrise?© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 356/365.
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Life continues until death.Once united, sperm and egg cease to exist.Two distinct life-forms—erased.Identities blendedinto a single unique being,a person who did not exist beforeand will never exist again.As with all beginnings,life is defined by its ending.We are alivetherefore incomplete.© 2026 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 356/365.
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I don’t have forever to offer, but I have this moment if you’ll take it. © 2026 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 355/365.
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The beauty of the setting sun is the belief thatafter the darkness, it will rise again.© 2026 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 354/365.
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Caw, caw, caw,a raven flutters, percheson my minds frozen windowsill.Lawn perfume on smoggy air;I fall through the trapdoorof my own thoughts.As I gaze through frosted glassI watch the old maplering its wind chimes.Is it natural to desire destructionof something you can never have?Trapped in the mind’s castle, warmedby flames flickering in the massive stone fireplace,I…
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Gray skies.Heavy days.Greed-heads running everything.Burning landscape. Suffering desertsurrounded by serrated peaks.Never touched by the heat of the day,they live in another climate.Glass and cooled corridors.Outside the limit of reason only the resilient survive.Closing the notebook.The moon rose.© 2025 Bruno TalericoStafford challenge 352/365.Image found online.
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Skritch skritch skritchof pen on paperno flaw, no hesitation. Words flow like water.Perfect phrasesstream like electrons.Tiny haiku:Bleeding petals ofpassionate mirrorsforever tangled.Everything forgottenwhere I am,why I’m here,where I’ve beenor would rather be.Peacock choruslawn perfumepure simple pleasure—fearless as Zen.© 2025 Bruno Talerico Stafford challenge 351/365.
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Our task is to see things right,not to set them right.People are in our life for a reason,(not necessarily the one we expect).The first person to talk toabout anything to do with you—is you.Other people’s behavior toward youis a brief glimpse of their relationshipwith themselves.Their reaction to youdoesn’t define your journey.The feeling that you’re missing…
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On the last day of 2026,I want the world to look back and say—2026 was the year of hope,the year of transformation.A Transformation.from conformity to resistancefrom greed to generosityfrom corruption to integritywhen every vote is fairly counted.A Transition.from ideology to evidencefrom division to unityfrom barbed wire—to invitations: long tables, extra plates—a place for everyone.A Passage.…
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