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Fay Zynvaks is facing cold facts; so at this very moment she won’t relax.

Searching for an answer after being asked, Fay is deeply sensitive as an empath. © 2009-2025 Z.F. Thrimej

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On a page for sketching: a moment interesting. Agent Ueiszadt reflects while processing.

With eyes closed, she devotes her time to music and ghostly notes. © 2009-2025 Z.F. Thrimej

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Jinni Flow is a zone that might seem unknown. It may be a biome. Empathic is its tone.

Jinni Flow’s remote, more nuanced than a moat, and with more color than a root beer float. With more than one alcove and parts that are soaked, it can project mist for it to be cloaked. Waterfall and waves? Jinni … Continue reading

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Remembering community activist Melanie Lan

I learned that on May 1st (Saturday of last week) one of my San Jose-based friends Melanie Lan passed on in her fight against cancer. While I was not as close to her as many others were, I remember that … Continue reading

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Attraction or romance motivates a slow dance (happening with slow jams). Partners meet and hold hands.

Of each other: they’re both fans. They give and get rose plants. Love makes them more amped; plus it gives them more chance.

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Someone with lots of joy told me that she loves misery.

I thought she said misery, but she really said Missouri. She went to Missouri because she missed Suree; Suree is her friend from a town called Surry.

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A woodchuck found good luck, eats Oreo (like no tomorrow yo).

That woodchuck is Coco; her info’s at the Dodo. http://www.thedodo.com/blind-rescue-woodchuck-2209925194.html

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Bananas appear to smile because they spoon each other

in bunches ((((((  . That last sentence is just one of my hunches.

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A cookie cutter might sound alarming, like a gingerbread man that is self-harming,

jarring, scarring, dealing with pain, and the numbing repressive pressure of having to accept or be the same. Despite expectations of having to fit a shape, to smile and be sweet, outside of the edges is a space to heal … Continue reading

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The ball was what a sports team kept dropping. This losing team’s game was what a fan stopped watching.

Shopping in a store made the fan feel better: this was what she told to a clerk at a register.

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