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  1. Public Bookmark 1

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    "A spirit wandered the lands, an unseen spectre of forests and moors, 
    until a storm took his eye and shook the sky in a mighty chorus of roars.

    The ghost rose and ran to a cave, safe from the raging rain.
    But when the lightning flashed, a figure stood against the grass and looked at where he had lain."

    And the figure said hello. And suddenly the ghost was seen, and he wasn't a ghost anymore.

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    16 Feb 2026

  2. Public Bookmark 1

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    Just a silly little free verse poem about a daughter remembering her mom. Generational trauma can be hard to carry as a child.

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    16 Feb 2026

  3. Public Bookmark 2

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    I post ideas that don't fit anywhere else here.

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    12 Feb 2026

  4. Public Bookmark 1

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    19 Dec 2025

  5. Public Bookmark 1

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    This narrative explores a longing for love that feels timeless, safe, and whole—a dream of “the we that could be.” The speaker yearns for a love without clocks or boundaries, one where two lives flow into a shared rhythm. Yet beneath the desire lies fear: fear of naming it, of making it into “something” that could be broken, fear of losing the fragile beauty of what already exists. More deeply, the speaker fears losing themselves—the self rebuilt with effort and pain, the self who once disappeared inside love and had to fight to return. They reflect on past patterns of erasure, of shrinking to fit someone else’s world, and vow never to lose that hard-won self again. But this love feels different. It is not fire but water—steady, endless, life-giving. It does not consume but allows expansion, does not demand surrender but offers presence. The narrative ends with contradiction: fear remains, but so does hope, and within that tension lies the possibility that this love could be the one that both holds and frees, both softens and strengthens, both preserves the self and builds the “we.”

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    19 Oct 2025