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𝕃. 𝕊𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕣 Aug 11
Grandmother couldn't walk with me to the beach any more, so I'd bring her back a each time. She had no words to tell me, but I knew she loved them. Once I found a nautilus, pearlescent and perfect. I held it to my ear out of habit and heard her voice, singing.
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James J. Zogby Aug 17
This treatment of workers by is “plantation politics” - a gross abuse of corporate power. They don’t “own” their employees. It’s the very thing has made a cornerstone of his campaign. Working people should be respected & their rights protected.
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➡️ Monique 🌸 Aug 12
When I sat in my room as a young teen, I overheard my mother say, "She'll have to come out of her one day." I felt hurt. Not because of what she said, but that my parents talked about me behind my back. I never realized parents did this, until that day.
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Dzintra Sullivan - Author Aug 12
The finality of what I see hurts. Not just physically but pain that rips a hole in the very fibre of my soul. Crippled by my thoughts of a tomorrow with out you. Looking at the of my mother’s body, my fingers gripping to the side of the coffin. I weep.
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DeRicki Johnson Aug 12
Gay the sound As Mary-goes-round A spinning carousel Mary’s trapped inside A wooden pony’s Painted I kill a demon— From its corpse I pull for her a spell Showing life, The horse’s hooves Tap a fierce fandango Ends the first Of many quests Until she is untangled
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Aspen✒️ ©️AspenBrave®™ Aug 11
lines run radiating the cancer as you fight for might your hopes & dreams quivering on a sterile slab alone one in a million lucky me the odds I won bones of navigating as I write a braving life
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@JoelRHunt Aug 12
Every time he clutched the conch to his ear, he heard the ocean. And over the lashing waves, he heard the screaming of a child being swept out to sea. He had listened to the shell every night for years. It was the only way he had to hear his daughter's voice.
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Indigenous Soul Aug 12
The of the new universe finally cracked. Observations of that sector of space had been made for many years. The point of interest was light bending from the region of what looked like a nova star. Today we witnessed cosmic birth.
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Helen Laycock Aug 12
Emmie's crooked fingers clasped the and as she leant in, she slipped over its pearly-pink lobe. Hair thick with salt, a cold frill crept around her feet. George held her. Their laughter was snatched by the whispering waves, bowling them a conch to remember.
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Utgardloki Aug 11
“Tim to base, I am approaching monolith. I will penetrate outer .” “Shell has broken into fragments, I will remove carefully. Liquid yellow core located, sending in a soldier to probe.” “Tim, stop playing with your boiled egg and toast, you’ll be late for school.”
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Fizzytwizler-NoDMsUnlessInvited Aug 12
Crawled out of my to have a peek. Didn’t like what I saw. So I crawled back in. Now I’m stuck. Oh flip eek!!
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Susan spontaneously Aug 12
"Put it to your ear - you'll hear the ocean!" I was seven. My dad was a hero. A titan. Knower of all knowledge. I took the shell and listened. "I hear it!" It sits on a shelf. It holds the memory of that day. The echo of his voice. I hear it.
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Blair Denholm Aug 11
- I've got a question for you, sir - I'm all ears, officer - What happens when you hold up a ? - You hear the sea, dumb-ass - That's exactly what I thought. But when my cousin Vinnie did it, the judge gave him 10 years for armed robbery - Boyd! - Gotcha, Sarge 🤣
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Penny Mac McMorris Aug 12
Each morning her frail bent frame chose one from the shore. Shuffling slowly home she admired it, then placed it on the ground. One day I stopped & asked her why. Her response was . “This is my pathway to heaven,” she said.
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Sean Fanyak Aug 11
Empty homes. Abandoned by their owner along the shoreline. I yearn to escape my to be exposed to life's peaks and valleys. I have such an urge to yell. I do not know what to scream! What is freedom to a man when he has never known it?
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Tamsin S. Aug 12
Dad was always trying to shoot down stories. "The sea inside a , that's just the air bouncing off its walls." Forty years on, she still imagines the sky is an ocean; her breath a quiet tide, drifting in and out.
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Dopabeane Aug 11
I found the as clouds roiled overhead, swirling black and green. I pressed it to my ear to hear echoes of eons. I put it to my lips and blew. Out at sea, something rose: billowing pearlescent darkness with a mouth like the sun. I dropped the shell and ran.
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Indigenous Soul Aug 12
A of consternation Whispers of a breach Vindicated by language and the lessons we all teach Words are somehow sovereign like the current of the sea Sanguine in their revenance Alas, they'll always be.
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The WeyMan Aug 11
Wandering aimlessly back and forth through time, a husk of a man crouches on the blackened shore. 'When are you?' I ask him. 'Before,' he says, blowing away as dust on a breeze. A lies in his stead. I lift it to my ear. 'Live for now,' it says. And then I see you.
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Yoga Lamb Aug 17
Replying to @ConnieSchultz
As a union worker, I find this unacceptable from both & the union leadership. Unions can & do endorse candidates, but workers should never have attendance at political events in any way tied to their negotiated pay and benefits.
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