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the kind of human wreckage that you love
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Tbh it was for people involved in the wedding industry, which I am not, so...
November 18, 2025 at 3:00 PM
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Hence unicorn...
November 18, 2025 at 2:26 PM
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Summer Kitchen Donald Hall In June's high light she stood at the sink With a glass of wine, And listened for the bobolink, And crushed garlic in late sunshine. I watched her cooking, from my chair. She pressed her lips Together, reached for kitchenware, And tasted sauce from her fingertips. "It's ready now. Come on," she said. "You light the candle." We ate, and talked, and went to bed, And slept. It was a miracle.
November 18, 2025 at 9:40 AM
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Meg Ford
Pucker The summer I lived in your bed everything was sticky with citrus. Your teeth split my lip & your tongue burned sour. There was nothing gentle about your hands, always ruining the lace & nylons. I grieved none of it. After you, there were no more lemons. I miss the bite.
November 18, 2025 at 9:12 AM
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Listening in Deep Space Diane Thiel We've always been out looking for answers, telling stories about ourselves, searching for connection, choosing to send out Stravinsky and whale song, which, in translation, might very well be our undoing instead of a welcome. We launch satellites, probes, telescopes unfolding like origami, navigating geomagnetic storms, major disruptions. Rovers with spirit and perseverance mapping the unknown. We listen through large arrays adjusted eagerly to hear the news that we are not alone. Considering the history at home, in houses, across continents, oceans, even in quests armed with good intentions, what one seeker has done to another— what will we do when we find each other?
November 18, 2025 at 9:04 AM
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You Reading This, Be Ready Starting here, what do you want to remember? How sunlight creeps along a shining floor? What scent of old wood hovers, what softened sound from outside fills the air? Will you ever bring a better gift for the world than the breathing respect that you carry wherever you go right now? Are you waiting for time to show you some better thoughts? When you turn around, starting here, lift this new glimpse that you found; carry into evening all that you want from this day. This interval you spent reading or hearing this, keep it for life- What can anyone give you greater than now, starting here, right in this room, when you turn around? William Stafford
November 18, 2025 at 8:51 AM
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For What Binds Us Jane Hirshfield There are names for what binds us: strong forces, weak forces. Look around, you can see them: the skin that forms in a half-empty cup, nails rusting into the places they join, joints dovetailed on their own weight. The way things stay so solidly wherever they've been set down— and gravity, scientists say, is weak. And see how the flesh grows back across a wound, with a great vehemence, more strong
November 18, 2025 at 8:49 AM
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OK Fern Maureen N. McLane OK fern I'm your apprentice I can now tell you apart from your darker sister ferns whose intricate ridges overlay your more regular triangled fans. Tell me what to do with my life.
November 18, 2025 at 8:48 AM
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There are arguments on both sides around displaying remains, but it felt disrespectful to take pictures to be honest.
November 17, 2025 at 3:08 AM
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I didn't want to take a picture of the main monument, which houses the skulls of the victims.

It's extremely moving, and shows the scale of death but having victims' remains on display like that left me feeling bereft, and honestly a little uneasy as to how respectful such a display is.
A pink lotus flower on the steps of the monument to the victims of the Cambodian genocide. A monument dedicated to the victims Cambodian genocide. The monument is surrounded by foliage and a stone path leads up to it. It is carved grey stone statute of a woman holding her child, both despairing, the child crying and malnourished. The text reads: "Never will we forget the crimes committed during the Democratic Kampuchea regime ๑๗๐๔,๑๗๕- 0๗.9.วธ๗8 17.04.1975 - 07.01.1979"
November 17, 2025 at 3:08 AM
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Our tour guide lost the majority of his maternal family in the genocide. He referenced continued conflict in Sudan and Gaza and how horrific it is that his family went through that suffering, and yet people forget, or don't care, and continue to inflict and allow such suffering to continue.
November 17, 2025 at 3:08 AM
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I have not but I think they are meant to be quite unpleasant!
November 16, 2025 at 3:32 PM
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💖 ly bestie
November 16, 2025 at 3:13 PM
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YOU DID

YOU DO
November 16, 2025 at 2:27 PM