Author: Austin
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The Peace of Love
I wish I knew what it was exactly that fires in my brain—specifically, the thing that fires when a creature who loves you with their whole being follows you to your place of relaxation and struggles to keep their eyes open, just to lose the fight and fall into the deepest, light slumber. A peaceful…
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Presence in the Present
I’m sure with little effort and a quick Google I could find their name, but where’s the fun in that? When I walk my dogs in the morning, I choose a route that skirts the side of some neighboring farmland. Usually, it’s long cotton rows that fill the field; this time, they decided to go…
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