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Cabo San Lucas, 2026

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The thought was this: that all my life had been murk and depths, but I was not a part of that dark water. I was a creature within it.

-MM

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Please try to remember that what they believe, as well as what they do and cause you to endure does not testify to your inferiority but to their inhumanity.

-JB

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Mistress Misfortuna

𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘮

𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭

𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦

𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵

𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘥

𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘥

𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦

𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦.

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For the love of horror.

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Chateau on Central, Downtown Phoenix

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Life's simple luxuries

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Devil wouldn’t be the devil if he didn’t know how to tempt. -DC

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Jealousy is being nervous about something that has never, and probably won’t ever, belong to you. -AW

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Walk in gardens. Sit with plants. Rest. Show gratitude. Rejuvenate the mind and body. Create again.

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Bask in the beauty of life and art.

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This is why we take walks…to get fresh air and speak to the gods.

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Anything like flowers had long ago been drowned in the salty stream that had been pressed from her heart. Her tears, her sweat, her blood. She had brought love to the union and he had brought a longing after the flesh.

-Sweat, Zora Neale Hurston

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She denied and feared God in the same breath. She allowed our actions to shame her, and yet was void of shame. I truly believed there was something unnatural about her - a madness only her children could see. My yearning was not to understand it, but to escape it. -DP

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I am a little worried…my bunny usually has a strong opening gambit.

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Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others. -VW