Sarah sits down at the table. In front of her is her canvas, wide and white and clean. She does not know yet what she will create, but she knows instinctively that it will be beautiful. Read more
There is this someone I know who had a job painting backdrops for haunted houses (yes! really!) by day and stood for hours getting the curve of Julie Delpy’s elbow juuuuust right by night. He had these juicy, full lips and a sweet-stupid innocence and my God, how we laughed. Everything, all the time, there was laughter and laughter and laughter. Even when the air conditioning broke.
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The night was a troubled one, as nights tend to be, for those with worried minds and troubled hearts. Tossing and turning they reached for each other, yet couldn’t push through the walls they each put up, even in their sleep. Walls for self preservation, built brick by brick through long years of being deceived; through lies and evasion and ultimately, hopelessness.
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My father is a senior in high school, trying his first joint. He seems at ease, faking his way through his inexperience, playing it cool like he always does. When the other kids jab at him and joke, he gives his relaxed smile, those straight teeth. He is not tall or short, smart or dumb, boring or charismatic. Sadness is really his only defining trait. And sadness is very easy to hide behind straight teeth, at least for a while. But if you find a better concealment, you’re set. Read more
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