They played I Have a Dream on the plane at take off. This was when I had closed the book on my lap shut for the night, my eyes with it, and listened deeply. The song was a lullaby, almost. A music box rendition I would remember fondly, thinking it a fitting tune for the occasion of my coming home: as encompassing as...

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September, the 28th. Riverfire Night, my last. A moment was unfolding right before me. The spectacle of a night I told myself I would trade my nights for. A year-long wait now a minute away, the closest I’ve ever gotten to see it. I would have liked for this to be it: the defining moment. The one I’d been hoping for. And that...

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I got a fortune cookie the other day that said to “keep waiting for the right moment”.  I hadn't known this at the time, but waiting for the right moment for me looked a lot like making rounds in plant nurseries and flower stores, trying to find a perfect potted one to bring with me. For a week, my watch has been left...

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What an odd thing, strength is. Many times over, I had to reacquaint myself with it. To how it looked on me. To how it felt. And nearly each time I did so, it was here. Here, at the end of a parking lot's cul-de-sac, where a set of concrete stairs lead down to a park overlooking the river; here, where the stairway...

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My sister held up my shoes and looked at the pair of them curiously; head tilted, an eyebrow raised. "They're really light," she said, tossing them so that they landed on the tiled floor by my feet.  "Of course they are," I said, smiling as I put them on: black and white checks fitting snugly around the yellow-beaked penguin socks that I wore....

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Some of the best realisations I've come to were from having asked the right questions. The day I needed it the most, I recalled the time I was asked this particular one. It was a months-old memory of the time I came out from a rather peculiar appointment for a bent finger and spent the afternoon walking down unknown streets and sharing heartfelt...

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The first rule, always, is to be grounded. So our feet, we planted on the floor, each one of us seated in our most comfortable positions. Our heads we kept bowed and our eyes, closed, as the lights of the classroom dimmed and the music - a classical piece; gentle, saccharine - poured out of the speakers, an accompaniment to the heartbeats and...

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