When the intensity of emotion tears through the sheath of facial pretense.. that's when tears aren't salty.
A collection of independent short stories and thoughts. I started writing these on my other blog (Random Scribbles), and then decided to start a separate one for this genre of writing. The dates for the first thirteen posts are misleading: they were written and posted long before the dates indicated here.
Saturday, 21 October 2017
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Short Scribble 40
Organized thought is intelligence.
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Organized thought is intelligence.
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When consciousness is wounded, imprinting on another piece of consciousness is the medicine. Basking in compassionate attention can heal.