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Winter
I said that, on the contrary, I had come to believe more and more in the virtues of passivity, and of living a life as unmarked by self-will as possible. One could make almost anything happen, if one tried hard enough, but the trying—it seemed to me—was almost always a sign that one was crossing…
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Houses and Homes
I’ve lived in seven, or, eight, or nine apartments, houses, abodes, since I left Berkshire Court in Isla Vista (left, then returned to, but I say left for now). I’ll count them, now, on paper, because when I try to count them in my head I start remembering the details of each, I lose track…
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California
I say I didn’t plan to come back to California, yet in my own words I find contradictions to this claim. That I cannot explain why I chose to leave, that I planned to come back in two years or five years or ten, and that I refuse to give up my driver’s license in…
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In Writing
I know it’s not very zen of me, but I have been living in next January. Next January, I’ll move back to my beloved Marin hills. I’ll get a set of Eggshell pasta bowls from East Fork, they’re speckled, and they’ll compliment the dark wood paneling of the studio I’ll find, they’ll compliment the redwoods…
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Comings & Goings
I find myself in a Starbucks in Annapolis, Maryland, it’s the capital, which I remember because it’s one of the capitals in the 5th grade States & Capitals deck that is not the city you’d expect. Salem, Oregon. Lansing, Michigan. Carson City, Nevada. Olympia, Washington. But I’d no less expect to be in Baltimore than…
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The Last Bit
Mom must have trained us, when we were younger. I can’t think of another explanation. It started with the outdoor pots. There were some saguaro palms, a pot of succulents, hydrangeas, and the forgotten pot of herbs. There were baby citrus trees, to be planted in the orchard come summer. There were pots below the…
Sophia Steffens 