Connstant Changes

Sunrise at 30,000

It’s currently 6:55 on October 19th, 2016 and I am sitting in seat 31F on an airplane headed to Newark, New Jersey. This isn’t my final destination though. To my left is a middle aged man wearing a typical corporate outfit (blue shirt, black suit, and frame glasses); to my right is a window, and outside of this oval looking glass lies one of the most beautiful sunrises I’ve seen. At a height such as this one, I am able to see the full extend of the sun’s rays over the horizon. From the ground, light and shadow mix together so often that it is difficult see them separate, but from this distance, once can clearly see the distinction.

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No Avon

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Puritan Projects

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Song of Storms

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Sewage Signals

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Papa’s Watch

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Sidewalk Slander
 

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Admire the Foliage

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Mass Graves

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Red Algae

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Jack’s Playpen

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Miss Monarch

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De-Vined

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Natural Immunity
Some stories in life end when the page turns but, by fate or chance occurrence, one will pick up where it left off. By the time you return to the chapter, you have grown to understand its significance and importance. Today, I’m picking up Dental Hygiene after almost closing the door two years ago. I recognize its importance in my life and why I should continue it’s pursuit. Not only will it fund my life for now, but it will also open doors. So many doors. And, I do this because I want to serve. I don’t have to; this is my choice, and I choose to welcome this back…because my future as an artist depends on my service as a human being.

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New Haven, CT

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Smooth Stables

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Knowledge is Freedom

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The Noble Ideal

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Parallelisms

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Pyrite Pilgrims

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Shadow Casters

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Passionate Poses

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Sage & The Saint

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Resurrection Replication

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Wry Smiles

Maiden’s Voyage

Time is unable to breathe

Leaves remain steady in the breeze

As afternoon waves fail to crash against the rock-lined shore

 

Clouds frozen solid

Like mammoth fossils trapped within glaciers

Captured within a deep slumber,

As the blue horizon whispers lullabies to the land.

 

Even the seagull,

And its proud cry

Are inaudible at this moment;

For the sun above the tranquil sea

Has the power to silence

Even the wildest of elements.

 

All bow to her,

Except man

And his brave, but foolish heart.

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