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fire·​works

  • Writer: Ryan Schwaar
    Ryan Schwaar
  • Dec 31, 2021
  • 1 min read

Updated: Jan 7, 2022

Some thoughts are like fireworks. From a fixed point they sparkle generously through a navy sky. And I watch them, taking notes like an eager young explorer. My eyes gleam, two children at a tree-lighting. Later, I open my notebook and see scribbles. "Looks like some sort of rocket," I say with confused, round eyes and a shrug. I know that they were beautiful while they were.

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1 Comment


Chris Schwaar
Chris Schwaar
Jan 08, 2022

This is so great!

Like
plantery.jpg

Pursuing radical honesty, is that bad

This is for me. 
But I hope you
like it too. 

Wanna chat or debrief? I love that crap.

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