Author: Austin
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Here, There and Nowhere
It could have been any bar in the city; why I chose this one, I don’t know. What I did know, however, was that I didn’t want to be bothered or alone. I can’t help but think, “If you stare at something long enough, you’ll learn something.” What I was trying to learn from my…
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The Song Bird’s Shadow.
Over the mountain, through a canyon beyond the hills, and across a prairie, people in mass and motion, their moving buzz is the thing we call life and living. Yet, like a black speck—muted, washed out, displaced, replaced, forgotten, and cast aside—there lies one in the cracks between. Like a Songbird, last of his species,…
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The Warden, The Guard and The Prisoner
My mind is, well, lost for words these days. Yet that does not mean I am dispossessed of thoughts. I’ve always had luck, in the past, when it came to creativity. Off-the-wall thoughts, ideas, or concepts have always been a talent of mine. It is this very thing that I find tragically absent in my…
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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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