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Clouds of Dirt
Dirt kicked up with folly, laughter, and play; ignorance was bliss as we played board games. “He’s gone,” we overheard our mother say....
lyndi brey
Apr 25, 20251 min read


Old Record
The faint stench of cleaner and dirt between the tiles reflects the monotone palette of the ice cream parlor. The humming of the freezer...
lyndi brey
Apr 25, 20251 min read


Tattoos Upon Bark
Forest of tall trees. Perfect posture; expectations placed on me. Bark peeling like sunburn– leaving debris beside the ever-falling...
lyndi brey
Apr 25, 20251 min read


The Wind's Embrace
Darkness and light were roommates, bunking together within the same moment. Colors cast upon the walls on the other side of my eyelids,...
lyndi brey
Apr 25, 20251 min read
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