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Reigning Thoughts

My thoughts are like locus leaves in Autumn. Small, insignificant, trailing behind me, unnoticed, stuck to the soles of wet shoes. With a strategy to usurp my habits, my words, my preferences, they lie on the floor, and can only be swept or vacuumed, contained in a clearly marked trash bin. If I try to pick them up, one by one, they will crumble and spread. They must be banished in a rush of wind. In one fell swoop. Otherwise, they will reign supreme.



My name is Emma. I wear about a zillion hats. Getting through life, writing, eating, trying to keep two kids alive. It's an adventure, ya'll.

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