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LITTLE WINDOWS
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I sometimes see people as stories.

It's an affliction really, because it always leaves me with the feeling that I need to write something down about everyone I meet.

Some small detail to memorialize that I brushed against another human being.

What follows are what I call my little windows.

They are bits and snippets, limited to no more than fifty words that I have written about people.

I don't know how many or how often I'll share them.

Of course, I will never tell who's who.

I doubt that anyone would recognize themselves in my writing anyhow.

I suspect that we see ourselves more clearly in writings about others than in the writings that truly have to do with us.

Some of these are based in truth and some are my own imaginings as to what lies beyond what I get to see.

But they are all stories I have seen when I looked at you.

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”No one would ever guess, but she frequently hides in the ladies’ room stall and cries.

She weeps from the unfamiliar joy of being loved so much.

She walks each day through aisles of books and memorizes the soft curves of her lover like a prayer—like an answered prayer.“

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”He often sits in the dark.

He’s married.

Sometimes he looks at his wife and imagines her vanishing, growing transparent until she disappears completely.

He loves her desperately, but once in a while he wishes she were gone forever.

She smiles at him and he forgets what he was thinking.“

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”You are so goddamn fat and ugly.

Who would ever want to be with such a loser?

His father screamed it at him every day for years.

He eventually began to believe it.

Since his father died, he screams it at himself every night in the mirror before bed.”

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“In his nakedness he hides, in his costumes he seeks camouflage, wanting to conceal, from us but mostly from himself, just what a scared hungry little boy he is.

Scared that he's never good enough, hungry for attention, acceptance and love.

Self-doubt is the dragon's breath that licks at his soul.

It's smouldering haze clouding the brilliance of the light that burns within him.

Within him he carries the power to teach, to touch, to heal.

Once he understands that this power lies in his very human-ness, once he realizes that his frailties are his strengths, once he accepts himself in all his imperfection, once he forgives himself, then shall the dragon be rocked to sleep in a gentle embrace, then shall the little boy play joyfully and show the world the power of love.”

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“She lives her life as if riding a rollercoaster, circling round and round in familiar repeating patterns, screaming for effect and attention at every dip, twist, drop and rise of the wild ride she creates.

Devoid of subtlety and grace, her posings are predictable, transparent, obvious, the only mystery being who she is trying to fool, us or herself.”

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“A true gentleman, though he'd never think to call himself such, being unaware of his own beauty, inside and out.

Even in his wildness he conducts himself with a quiet gentle grace, understanding the eloquence of that left unspoken.

But perhaps failing to understand the allure of the illusive mystery he exudes, for his surely beneath such sweetness lurks a peppery spiciness to warm the blood and quicken the breath.”

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“She makes people laugh so they won't see her cry and they laugh so hard they fail to see her at all.

She is a glass tear, who can withstand the hammer's repeated blows, yet shatters with a scratch.

Her gifts and secrets are crystalline, a glass menagerie shared with few, but those few know how sacred they are, holding them softly, for they, like her friendship, are priceless treasures.”

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These are but a few stories.

One day I might share some more of my little windows.

You're Blue Fire!

You're cool and under control,
but if you get worked up about something,
everyone had better stand back!

You stand up
for what you believe in and you're not afraid
to be yourself and punch anyone in the face who
wants to tell you otherwise.

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