Category: Books
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Being Still
Silence. The blissful sound of nobody. Peace. A way of being, when you’re alone. Tranquil. The body unwinding when there’s no stress. Relaxation. A foreign thing. How do I achieve this? Do I need to run away? Do people do that? Won’t I be judged by those I love? Won’t I miss them and feel…
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The Ocean’s My Sanctuary
The rolling waves, the salty air, the cold wind. She calls to me. Spray lingers as waves hit rocks and land. Birds scatter in seemingly random patterns. Have you ever listened to her song? Ran your toes through her silky shores of sand? Have you explored her caverns or climbed her rocky cliffs? She’s taken…
My Journey’s My Own 