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I sat in the music room, waiting. Miss was late - again. I still wait for the day String Group will ever begin on time. Cellos at the ready, I chatted to my friend, obscuring my thoughts with a mask of interest. Inside, I felt a mingled concoction of dread and hope infect my consentration, taking over every part of my brain. 'Please come, please come ...', I begged silently, crossing my fingers. I shook my leg, as I always do when I am nervous or worried. It wasn't until I heard the door creak open that I breathed a sigh of relief.
He had come. He hadn't missed it. If he had, it wouldn't have been until the next Wednesday before I could see
Come For Me
Things have changed.
Things are different now.
I used to wake to the bright yellow sun.
I used to listen to the birds hour after hour.
I used to sing to the noise of the brook.
I used to ride the waves of the ocean.
I used to fly the wind with the geese.
I used to snuggle with the squirrels,
Swapping safe passage for nuts.
I used to climb higher still, and
Stroke the owls' soft feathers.
I used to paint the leaves with the moon's white glow.
I used to dance around a red fire.
I used to play with the deer, the mountain goats.
I used to dig with the foxes, protect the rabbits.
I used to greet the day with energy fresh and new.
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More