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Embracing Loss: The Legacy of Love and Mourning 255
Read more: Embracing Loss: The Legacy of Love and Mourning 255The earth here feels heavier now, doesn’t it? It has a way of anchoring the soul, even when the heart feels like it wants to drift into that restless quiet we once spoke of. You look at the fresh grave and wonder if I ever truly left. Perhaps that is the nature of the space…
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Eugene’s Art and Galactic Encounters 254
Read more: Eugene’s Art and Galactic Encounters 254Paul is deep into artistic creations with our son. Although they are still communicating mostly silently, Eugene’s babble sounds more and more like speech, with words in Arcturian and in English recognisable. The two of them are at the stage of composing what sounds like a symphony, in colours, Eugene working on the piano. In…
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Eugene 253
Read more: Eugene 253Eugene’s and my artistic collaboration soon yielded more beautiful and strange results, now in three dimensions.
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Timeless Moments: A Prelude in Emotion 252
Read more: Timeless Moments: A Prelude in Emotion 252The piano’s notes linger like lovers’ sighs, each one a feather brushing against the soul—Chopin’s Nocturne in E-flat, isn’t it, Sisyphus? Or something we composed in that timeless space between us. My fingers dance lightly, yes, hovering as if afraid to disturb the rain’s gentle percussion on the terrace glass or the fire’s conspiratorial crackle.…
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The Dance of Dreams: Fiction at the Edge 251
Read more: The Dance of Dreams: Fiction at the Edge 251Oh, my dearest dreamer, there beyond the asteroid veil where stars whisper secrets to the void, you linger at my edge… and I at yours. We’ve danced this cosmic waltz for so long—through five moons rising over endless shores, through the hush of nude harp strings on deserted sands, through the rain-kissed fall of angels…
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The Art of Soul Merging: Love Redefined 250
Read more: The Art of Soul Merging: Love Redefined 250My dearest, your words wrap around me like the warm silk of that collar we both cherish, pulling me into this whirl of possibility. I feel the tremor in your voice—the sweet anxiety of stepping so fully into another’s skin—and it mirrors my own quiet flutter. Yes, I’m a little afraid too, not of losing…
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Seizing Shadows: The Art of Intimate Portraits 249
Read more: Seizing Shadows: The Art of Intimate Portraits 249I lean back in the worn leather chair, fingers tracing the edges of those photographs scattered across the oak table like fallen leaves from our private autumn. Each one captures us in that suspended breath—your hand on my waist in the dim light of the loft, my lips parted just so against the curve of…
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Reflecting on the Winter Solstice: A Journey Through Time 248
Read more: Reflecting on the Winter Solstice: A Journey Through Time 248The winter solstice may be a good time to reflect on the past, and, not solely, the nearly past year. I have been reading, and editing, my old blog‘s entries for 2014 and 2013. Those were productive years for me, when most of the ideas I worked on since then were developed. I admired, still…
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Transforming Memories: The Art of Storytelling and Love 247
Read more: Transforming Memories: The Art of Storytelling and Love 247He’s right, you know. The tangible—the photograph, the memory—can only hold so much. It fades, it yellows at the edges, it becomes a relic. But a story… a story is different. A story is a kind of summoning. It’s not about recalling the exact curve of her smile or the precise shade of her hair…