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About what sandra thinks

Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.

song of the day. #7

I tend to listen to my own music collection most of the time. Since the best alt-rock station on earth disappeared a few years ago, I rarely listen to live radio. But for the last few days, I thought I’d … Continue reading →

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irresistible.

You found beauty inside me I never thought existed You wanted me to trust you Pulled me back when I drifted You spoke the words I needed The ones on which I subsisted You whispered them into my ear And … Continue reading →

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the perk. #29

number twenty-nine. This weekend was my daughter’s birthday party. It’s always a small gathering at my mom’s. But even with fewer than 10 people at the party, I go a little crazy. I love to do it… and my kids … Continue reading →

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imagination. (haiku)

Wish you were with me So I could live outside of Imagination. ©2016 what sandra thinks

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the same rain.

Remember when she said she wanted someone in her life to feel the same rain she feels? To break through the clouds surrounding her? She was looking for you. © 2016 what sandra thinks

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judgement. (haiku)

I have made mistakes And I will make many more So don’t judge me, bitch ©2016 what sandra thinks

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postcard from paris.

A tiny piece of fiction inspired by one of my stories… K–         Paris is beautiful but I question my sanity. I walked past those flowers you love and I bought them for you. I know, you’re not even … Continue reading →

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cold.

In the cold I am consumed with dreams of you next to me surrounding me in your warm arms whispering of love your breath so close I feel your heat on my skin and I sigh because finally for a … Continue reading →

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