quillgonemad
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A slow cup of coffee
I silently sat with a small cup of coffee. It felt good. I enjoyed my company.
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Life Lessons
It takes so much courage to ask for help, and to ask again after you’ve been denied multiple times is braver still…
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unseen
The physical fights leave visible wounds, and scars that prove the struggle that ensued. But these brutal wars that we fight within, the deep wounds that incessantly bleed till we drop down on the battle field, the help that never arrives because to the beholder there is nothing to be helped…
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The torn whole
To lose yourself is a nasty business; back to the brokenness you were so late to discover, or on to the terrors you had fought to escape all this while.
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the Storm
I’ve learnt to observe this storm within. It is literally a storm, rocking your insides and threatening to tear you down. And boy, has it torn me down! I have lost track of the number of times it has happened over the past couple of years.
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Tea is always at four.
“Had I gained something at Sillington House? Or had I lost something there? The answer was yes.” This 1997 Newbery Medal winner is to me, a wonderful place to visit and revisit and again re-visit, ever since I first stumbled into Epiphany Middle School and the Souls in my teenage years.
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Lessons from Yonder
There is something about the sight of a leafless tree that communicates a deep sense of courage and resilience. In the midst of so much green and yellow and red, the greyish brown frame of this loner sometimes becomes a mighty statement.
Quill Gone Mad 