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Where the pomegranates grow.
Yesterday autumn stepped through the door, unexpected and anticipated. The lake covered itself in choppy waves, blurring the horizon into an illusion of infinity. Seagulls are flying, the wind is coming from far, bringing with him long forgotten stories and desires of the past. The red of these walls matches the color of the chestnut…
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Am I allowed to say that’s me?
Reading Can’t Hurt Me by David Goggins made me realize how differently I perceive my feminine and my masculine traits in terms of safety and acceptability, shaped by the world around me. Where does a healthy balance between the two lie? The right place… I have been wanting to read that book for a while…
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“But how can you live like this?”
“Isn’t that dangerous?” “How do you survive?” “I don’t know, but it seems to work. And if you don’t believe me, the last thirty years are proof it does.” I officially made it through thirty years of life. Wow I am a bit impressed by myself actually. And proud. It feels like I have some…