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What’s the responsibility of the artist painting the picture? There is an old Buddhist parable about some blind guys who come across an elephant. It’s been retold many times, but Wikipedia says the Buddhists were first so that’s who I’m giving credit to. The story is that a group of blind men are hanging around…
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Chapter 4 Asher didn’t mind the long walk to the Anthill. She loved walking, her brain settled into a peaceful, melodic rhythm with the sound of her footsteps. The sunlight that morning was pleasant and warm, casting a golden shimmer across the trees giving each crest of leaves a halo. She thought of Penny basking…
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Chapter 3 Asher awoke as the first rays of light peered through the trees outside of the open doorway. Her night felt too brief, but she was on her feet before she had time to consider sleeping in. Her morning ritual was sacred. She poured herself a glass of water from the full pitcher someone…
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Chapter 2 Asher was escorted to the commons by the young guard with all the pockets posted outside of Ren’s study whose name she learned was Midge. Asher had also learned that Midge was gifted in reading the intentions of others. Midge appeared quite proud of being granted a position of such importance given their…
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Chapter 1 Through the edge of the tree line the large, gray building came into view, ivy climbed unkemptly over the north corner. The sun shone weakly through a haze of clouds diffusing the light enough that the full shape of it could be seen clearly with the naked eye. Asher paused for a moment…
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And I won’t shut up about it Remember when the maze on the back of the cereal box was difficult? I bought my kids a box of Froot Loops, and I ate a few fistfuls the other day when I got the munchies (which happens more often than I care to admit). I spent some…
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It’s going to be a quick one today. First of all, I have no idea what I’m going to write about. Usually by Sunday morning I know the topic and at least one shrewd play on words I want to squeeze in somewhere, but this week I’ve got nothing. Second, I am preoccupied with planning…
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What do we owe each other? In line at the grocery store, I stood behind an elderly woman purchasing what I imagine were her weekly rations. I do the same thing for myself every other week so I have a good idea what a weeks worth of food for one looks like. She was the…
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proof is in the pudding Nothing happens in a vacuum. I can’t pick one fight because, you see, they are all related. F*ck the f*cking f*ckers. Elon Musk said he would put a baby in Taylor Swift. He wrote it as if that’s what she was asking for all along. As if that’s the message…
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What it’s like to be a woman tw: I mention the reality of sexual violence During the pandemic I took up walking around my neighborhood. What started as an escape became a choice activity. I’ve grown to really enjoy admiring my neighbor’s lawn ornaments and their well-tended gardens. On days I can afford the time,…
Life with ink 