Category: writing
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Being Small – Invisible
Sometimes when you’re small it really means you’re invisible. Or unnoticed. Sometimes that’s good. Sometimes that’s bad. My best friend growing up was large. He was large physically and larger than life in personality as well. I don’t know if it was by accident or fate that led the smallest and largest school kids to…
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Being Small 2
Small I was born small. I still am. Deep down. Superficially. Systemically. Existentially. Emotionally. Personally small. I know this more ethereally than anything specifically. I suppose it’s because my memory is so bad that I feel ethereal. Or is my memory bad because I am ethereal. Perhaps the ethereal has no need for the specific.…
