Oddities
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An Introspective Question
I drive, and drive, towards knowing truth, wanting to understand the inner desire to uncover truth. I contemplate her, and him, those beautiful souls in the bodies of my own blood who I saw and touched as they arrived. And I equally accept, and bathe in the mere joy of their existence, simply so, abstaining…
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A Bay Leaf reinterpreted
I grew up in a Cuban-Puerto Rican household, where bay leaves are ever present, although they always seem to appear in large pots, seemingly lost, somewhat irrelevant in their unimpressive dark hues, yet resilient in maintaining their shape through hours in oils on the hearth, swimming obstructed by a variety of bones, chunks, and beans…
Sila Blume 