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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-11
I wanted a small thing really.I wanted to be happy.That was my mistake,and the beginningof a terrifying,exhilarating odysseyinto the very coreof being!----------------------------------------------Why...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-11
The hour-glass spillsits grains of sand:one grain lessmemory today,one grain lessstrength tomorrow.The moving sandschange time and beingimperceptiblygrain by grain.------------------------------------...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-11
There were always green things in my life.Small wild flowers,Lilac bushes,arboretums where lovers walkedand children came to play,forests edging round a lakewhere we would go on Sundays.And loving so ...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-12
Light shimmersthrough louvers.The empty bed, rumpled,is an open wound.A yellowing newspaperlies on the floorits date blurred.Outside, gardenia windsrustle the leaveswhispering,"Come back.Come back"---...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-12
Children always tell the truth.If they don't like you,they tell you.They might like yellow,but not purple.They might like broccoli,but not string beans.Grown-ups may have to spendten years on a therap...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-12
When I was young,I loved my crayons:first the boxes of five,bright primary colors.Later the jumbo boxesopening me upto the wonderfulworld of color:pinks and yellowsthe colors of pretty dresses,greens ...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-12
On MondayI begin again.The dreams of Sundaydisappear,enveloped in the fogof Monday's realities.My hands, my feet,and one small partof my brainmove through Monday,savoring Tuesday.---------------------...
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28.
by June Stepansky - 2007-03-13
Internal signalshelp us understand our needs.External signalsbombard us continuously, pushing us to questionthe competency of our choices. Internal signals are more reliable,growing out of perceptions...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-14
In one far corner of a cornerexuding messages you stand.Prim, waxen whitebell-shaped, yellow-tongued,long green throatsinging in the wind.You sing, but not for me.You in your own sweet destiny are wra...
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by June Stepansky - 2007-03-14
It was sunnyjust a moment before, then clouds, thunder,flashes of lighteningthrough the rain. Just before the sun reappeared,a young man,leaving his office,was struck bylightening---------------------...
