Stories
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“Beautiful soared into my life, like a cage-free chicken, wild and fascinating and somewhat ridiculous. Beauty was the elegant figure eights of a tire swing, inviting and dangerous. It was a challenge, strewn with homemade mud and armed with carved tree bark. Beauty was losing, your breath, your reservations, and your humility. Beauty was not
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Two years ago, in the midst of a sweltering Oklahoman summer, I packed a suitcase and moved to Chicago. Bent on finding those dreams everyone kept talking about, I did not have a plan. I had a gut feeling and a pair of tap shoes. After that, there was no other choice but to have faith.
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A very long time ago, people found themselves in their breath. and it brought life. All of who we are begins with our breath. We inhale as we live, our blood runs through our toes and brings us to our feet. We stomp the earth. We bring chaos and peace all within a stride. Sound finds
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Once upon a time. A dog awoke in its own bed and padded into the kitchen. The dog sat on its haunches and waited expectantly. Its dark eyes fixed on the cabinet, tongue lolling over its back molars. In its waiting it does not contemplate the mysteries of the cabinet or the futility of each
Carmen Paquette 