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Part III

I’ve finished the first scene of the last section of my new novel, unless, of course, there turns out to be more. That’s the strangeness of writing the way I do. I always wanted to be the sort of writer

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2016 in Abstract

On New Year’s Eve around midnight, my two girls and I stuck our heads out the window that’s missing a screen so we could watch the fireworks, and then someone had the idea of taking pictures of the city from

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At The Breaking of Day

Day broke, a liquid egg:

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Sunrise

And then this: a gift freely given every day. Clouds floating on a sky like water. Fire above, mysteries of home below.

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Ugly Duckling?

I don’t buy it Mr. Andersen. Maybe the mother duck was surprised, overwhelmed, or even envious, but the baby wasn’t ugly, and she lied. We come into the world as beautiful cygnets. Every one of us.

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Shadows

If you’re afraid of shadows, look at them more carefully. Can you see how they reveal another dimension that is not otherwise apparent? New leaves grow in cracks, and shadows are beautiful.

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Your Real Job

Your job is to love. Everything else is your occupation.

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