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The small woman stood in front of the mirror, studying what she had become. Stronger. Still standing. The reflection of headlights in the bedroom mirror startled her like it had so many nights. Elena laughed and twirled a copper strand of hair into a braid. The news of Gregory’s death came in a headline she almost didn’t read. They called him generous. Visionary. A loss to the business world.  Should she dance? Trip the light fantastic on the news? She didn’t feel relief. Not exactly. Death, especially a natural one, was too easy. Too clean. Gregory never saw the eyes of those he hurt. It was all beneath him.  The way he smiled, like he owned the air you breathed. The way he touched her shoulder in meetings. The threats. The promises. She went to Julian after the weekend at the hotel. It was more of a confession of her sin rather than Gregory’s  Averted eyes told her all she needed to know. Power protects itself. While Julan knew she had been wronged, he wouldn’t offer a ...

 Buzzwords Lifting the targets  For the AI bots to consume He's for the mask She's against the vaccine Stirring it up In three word sound bites Magically designed  To make us salivate Like Pavlov's dog.

Namaste As Asaalam Alaikum Shalom May the peace of the Lord be with you.   Different ways to say the same thing. So, we humans say these things And act completely the opposite. The Zealots want peace, But only for themselves. And because of this,  War remains evergreen. Patriots want freedom But that is only found  In death.   All those statements Proclaiming peace And those persist In maintaining Hell.   If you are going  Though Hell, Keep going. It will pass. I promise.   ___________________________________________________________________ Topic-Kismet (RIP) Pic-Liam Pic Guesses: Egg and I, Robot nativity, digital manger, Hatching, brooding, tending.  Written in memory of those Innocents who passed this day.

Young one Full of Promise Of life. Where will you go? Will you make us proud? Will you find love? These are the prayers We have for thee. I spent this afternoon at my Church, Holy Innocents Episcopal, Atlanta .  The occasion was a special requiem mass for children who had died from violence in the past year n the state of Georgia. Now, if you look at the normal church calendar, the feast day for the Holy Innocents is December 26. An afterthought in the revelry over the birth of the Christ Child. And so easy to forget all those who Herod slew in the futile attempt to suppress his possible competition. But rules and dates are made to be broken, so the decision was made to hold the Requiem thirty days later. So, we may not forget. Over the last twenty four hours, 464 names were said. In the four years the service has been held, more than 2400 bells tolled. For some, it is the only remembrance of their short time.  In others, families still hold memorie...

In the news Are the wuthering lows Of hate Destruction And perdition. Not coming out  Of my shell Once Bitten More than once Has made me shy. The nurse doing intake Asks my name Confirms my birthdate And asks Why I am here. I cracked, you see Lashing out At the hate and anger With what they understand The same.