When consciousness is wounded, imprinting on another piece of consciousness is the medicine.
Basking in compassionate attention can heal.
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.
There are no short answers to any "why". It's always subjective and requires lengthy explanation.
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