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@Ava Reynolds Welcome to Fragments Fragments is a place to practice witness. ● Not performance. ● Not polish. ● Not explanation. Here, writing is allowed to be partial. Thoughts may arrive unfinished. Silence is not a failure. You do not need: ● Consistency ● Skill ● A story arc ● You are not expected to keep up. This is a place to notice what remains when we stop trying to make meaning too quickly. If you choose to begin, begin simply. You may: ● Share a single sentence ● Post something incomplete ● Sit quietly and read ● If you respond to others, do so by witnessing quote a line that stayed with you. Nothing more is required. Fragments will move slowly. That is intentional. Welcome. ■ Head to the classroom to start using the Write Anyway workbook and meet Hardy. Read my full fragments as I write them.
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The thread
Its the thread of a thought. It creeps in even When you are not expecting it. It weaves through, your brain into the air. Even when What What we bare is too much to share. You go. you flow with the ebs of the melody Letting it carry you into another Day. A day with new navigations. new stories Each one different from the last. you can't help but keep thinking of the past. LOOK part it all and move forward without fear. Fear and anguish in it it is in which we'stunted in what we can or could have been. Lxx
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I am lost lost, in my thoughts. They carry me to places I've never known. Sometimes I wish to be shown Why why there is darkness farm Ander. It consumes me. Like shadows shadows that linger long after the light is gone. I Search fer pieces of myself inside haunted memories, and unfinished dreams still beneath the ruin, a quiet voice roars Survive Not every shadow wins. Not every. grief is loss. So! breathe knowing that beyond all this there is something more.
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She smiled, for the First time in many years. As She sits and writes about about the beautiful Days, that she's always feared. She faces them on mended wings and angels, guiding her. She fears no more. She is comforted by those that soar. She finds herself at the Crossroads from before the storm. and who she is becoming. She lets the music, speak to her soul Every beat never skipping. Just flowing, fluid. Never did she know, know. That this Was her happy. Lxx
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