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Cocooning - Sept. 5, 2026

I think I get it now, why an aging couple spins a web around their home to close themselves inside as they retreat from the world they prefer insulation, protection there is sanctuary in movement through familiar passages also, when the end approaches it is the most comfortable place to close the eyes and peacefully drift away perhaps dream of a metamorphosis breaking out of the silk new wings new world

My Therapist says FEEL - Sept. 4, 2026

I really don’t want to sit down and search for my feelings. . . that feels fruitless. All the softer, gentler ones are out playing hopscotch on the sidewalk and will turn if I call any of their names. Hey Calm, how’s it going today . . . or . . . Serenity, would you come inside. I want to introduce you to someone. Those aren’t the ones my therapist wants to meet. He wants to meet the weighty formidable ones, sharp-toothed, fire-breathing and wild. Beasts that remain hidd

The Grand Experiment - Sept. 3, 2026

one test tube two chemicals bubbling is observed dissolving is not drops of time added reactions monitored the conclusion indefinite . . . marriage

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