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Suzy-Kim

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Shades of Green

the leaves rustling against the wind felt like my hair against your fingertips I took in the crisp fresh air thinking of possibilities it’s that feeling, you know of wanting to know more of wanting to curl into and I…

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Q&A with James Archambault

Question: Men, what does it mean to you to be present for your lady? How can you show up with even more strength and power? Answer: It means I listen to her needs and concerns, not with my head, but…

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…just me…

In love and in friendship, yes, I am rebellious, stubborn, sometimes impossibly wild & untamed, sometimes just impossible. I don’t want to be tied down. I seek out freedom & love & intimacy in the same breath. Why not? ……

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The purest form of love

I’ve made reference to this in a previous post on Ownership but I’m here to say it again. And again. And again. The purest form of Love is FREEDOM. It’s that simple. You want be loving, set yourself free, set your…

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Pebbles at my Window

would you throw pebbles at my window at night (if I had a window) would you continue to lead like you did slow things down to be present to have me breath you in I was afraid I’d turn to…

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letting in

it’s part of who you are he said remember hello’s, goodbye’s, crazy, surprises and that late afternoon as she put the key in the door outside she remembered, she’d forgotten… the doorstep fairytale she smiled at the pictures on the…

building bridges, just a girl

So you want in?

The Secret to a Woman’s Heart… This one’s been on my mind all week and I want to get it down on paper before I leave for paradise on Sunday… still, it’s a draft. Gents it’s very very very simple…

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Everyday Heroes

It’s been quite the run. I am right now in the middle of the most amazing growth  opportunity I may ever have to face. And let me tell you, I’m getting taller every day and my heart is getting bigger…

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Through his eyes

And she wept in her pillow as if she were weeping in his arms and he he could feel her hot tears on his chest sush sush it will be ok it will be ok he said and he knew…

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scorned

a woman scorned by so much undone a raging fire and yet not even a whisper escapes drowned in understanding she could never be otherwise oh how you deceive the loyalties at your door day by day pretending to be…

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