Time moves so quickly and so slowly that it baffles me. The calendar is approaching my veritable D-day anniversary; it's almost been a year since something happened that broke me into so many pieces that I didn't think I could be put back together again.

I have been, over and over, berating myself for having nothing to show for a year of silence. I haven't written anything substantial. My programming projects languish. I have no tangible proof that anything has happened.

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TL;DR: I am not dead, but I'm not active right now, either.

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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you directly without problems or pride:
I love you like this because I don’t know any other way to love,
except in this form in which I am not nor are you,
so close that your hand upon my chest is mine,
so close that your eyes close with my dreams.

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There we two,
content,
happy in being together,
speaking little,
perhaps not a word.

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A magic moment I remember:
I raised my eyes and you were there.
A fleeting vision, the quintessence
Of all that's beautiful and rare.

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In that book which is my memory
On the first page that is
The chapter when I first met you
Appear the words . . .
Here begins a new life

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I'm disabling comments on all of my stories—past, present, and future.

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Okay!

I could do a long-winded ramble about how much I loved every entry, but to save the anxiety in the air, I'll cut to the chase. I'll leave comments on the respective entry threads now that voting is over. I was worried that my opinions might "sway" folks with my thoughts or something, plus it'll end things on high notes for all our fantastic finalists.

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So, because I made a joke, Anzel and I are now hosting a writing contest for Q&B fans. (and, well, non-fans as well! anyone can participate!) A quick overview of the contest:

• 3,000 words or less
• Six prompts to choose from
• Write about a Q&B character OR your own original character!
• Deadline is September 1
• Submissions are anonymous

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"Pobody's nerfect."

My grandmother would always say this.

This twist of a phrase has always stuck with me.  It's both simple and effective in its simplicity, with a little silliness to boot.

This, from my grandmother who humiliates my mother for being overweight by shaming her at the dinner table in front of the whole family.

Well, as she says: "pobody's nerfect."

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