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finding (my way)

perhaps, I do not know what to write about.

perhaps there is so much needing to come out that starting is daunting.

perhaps there is too much to write.

perhaps there is not enough to write.

perhaps this is a season to rest instead of write.

perhaps I need to get myself into a new writing routine.

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I absolutely know that I have a lot to say. but it has been said before, by me, by everyone else.

(why, Israel? oh why. this grief I have for the slain is endless. this grief I have for our beloved dead. and on the start of Ramadan, oh the shame. this is not the way of peace. this is not the way of the righteous. this is not the way of our people.)

(and everyone under the sun calling the cops on black people for being alive and doing things? stop. it. now.)

(mother's day blessings to all who need them.)

(Ramadan Mubarak to all who need blessings of peace and comfort during this sacred season.)
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once again, the changing of the seasons seems to throw me for a …

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