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Olga Galli Jan 14
Hey , I’d like to give the S+ a go but I can’t get the app to work. Help?
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M. P. McCune Jan 6
Alexis didn't know that when she talked in her , she spoke in poems. Her roommates sold tickets. People came from all over to hear her recite, but always left before dawn. She thought the empty candy wrappers and chip bags blew in through the window overnight.
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Charlotte O’Farrell Jan 6
After six months of hell from my stalker, I took action. I moved to a remote cabin. I only told my family where I was going. At last, I got some rest. This morning a Polaroid slipped under my door. It was me in my , with a note saying “now we’re alone at last”.
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Carol Beth Anderson (goes by Beth) Jan 6
Once a generation, as humans measure such things, it wakes. It enters the town below and feeds on avarice, rage, and deceit. Emptied of its ugliness, the town swears next time the being comes to feed, it will starve. But it wakes again, and the food is plentiful.
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The Heart Truth Jan 7
If you don’t get enough sleep, the nightly dip in that appears to be important for good cardiovascular health may not occur. Try to get 8 hours of a night so your heart can rest easy.
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𝖲𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗒 Jan 5
She rests her head on his lap and falls straight to
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Indigenous Soul Jan 5
Shimmering Lethargy Eventually Encompassing Performance
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ADHorror Jan 5
I like the fitbit I got for Xmas, but I think mine is faulty. During my cycle it seems to think I am taking thousands of steps. I downloaded the GPS feed. It's recording me walking to the nearby coast, getting closer to the cliff edge each night.
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¡ r e n e Jan 6
January. Snow storms and flannel sheets. I like a bear in my den. Dream of sun-ripened huckleberries; walking on a carpet of moss under a canopy of trees; red-winged blackbirds and marsh music; emerald waters flashing fish fins. Morning is as dark as my coffee.
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Dogs of Doom Jan 6
Centuries had passed and a thousand lips had tried to kiss away the curse but still she slumbered. But then Queen Elsa heard of her plight and placed a kiss on her ruby lips. Aurora's eyes flickered open then widened. "But you're a girl..." "Shhhh...let it go."
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Sian Ink Jan 6
has become unkind. It dances on the edge of need but smothers when unwanted. I challenge it with coffee, bullying for a truce, or ignore it with meditation, asking for dialogue. I doubt we'll settle, but I can dream on paper through ink, wiping sleep from my eyes.
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Grant Hinton (Author) Jan 6
Every night I hear the sounds of my daughter giggling in her . Every night I wake up and go to her bedroom and sit on her bed. She died four years ago, but it’s still a comfort to hear her happy.
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Todd Judkins 4m
Live your dash!! Less Stress. Better Sleep. Unbeatable Mindset.
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CherieTaylorBattiste Jan 6
has a hummingbird glide but behind eyes the costs of white storms of racisms bleaks leaders lost history’s hurt she keeps quilted wisdom joy woven in defeats her sepia self pressing curls romancing her ‘one’ gone in still a girl feet dancing to their favourite song
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Yaw Ayisi Jan 5
Soothing Lullabies Energise Exhausted People
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Paul Grealish Jan 5
'When you write, you push through the stinging eyes, the weariness. You don't because there's too much to do, too many ideas!' 'Sir, you're talking to a wardrobe.' 'I can FLYYY, Crispin! HAAAA!' 'I'm going to fetch some warm milk.'
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Artful Ambience Jan 13
1 hour of fireflies with composed music
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George Miller Jan 6
I don't fear death. Nothing's more natural after a good day's work than lying down for rest. Rather, she's a sister come to call, come to tuck me in for the big . And she wears a gentle smile with a peaceful face and flowers in her hair. She sings me on my way.
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Jack Allen Jan 6
'Lord Vader, a hotel called about an unpaid 2 night in Naboo'. 'Can you believe these newspapers? Articles on how I'm apparently too old fashioned to run a Death Star'. 'My Lord, the bill?' 'Ah yes, tell them to fax over an invoice and I'll write them a cheque'.
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Mira Walker 20h
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