The Collector by Niki Hester

i don’t want to be scared of public speaking or heights or dying alone or saying the wrong thing to the wrong person. i want to be fearless with a smile beaming from my face that people only see on children nowadays. i want to look up and have that first flake of snow land on the tip of my nose and hear my mother’s soft laughter by my side. i want to be afraid of thunderstorms the same way i was afraid of them then. i want that.

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autumn vibes

by Kiersten Taté

i live for the days when the trees’ leaves fall slowly, smoothly. i feel joy at the sight of red and orange around me, filling the trees and the ground; a perfect canvas. i love the cool air, embracing all who come in contact with it. it’s a sensation i feel so fortunate to experience over and over again.

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