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Some things are hard to put into words. So let’s begin with the big picture; the phenomenon is called, the kid grows up and gets more progressive than their parents, that’s nothing new, they’ve been saying it of every generation for centuries. When I was little, I thought my parents were the wisest on politics,…

Hala

We do not regret this we are glad just to take part in who you become

shower thoughts

My hair’s a rain cloud watering the skin ’round my toes to grow mold. *** find my published books at this link

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Pretty poetry

A story on mental health and Dissociative Identity Disorder

My stance on generative AI

Articles on autism and writing tips

Flickers of fallen people haunt this death mage