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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.

unattainable: a limerick.

The beautiful love I longed to attain Blew away as if stolen by a hurricane I searched but could not find That which will never be mine Now tears fall from my eyes like rain Mind and Life Matters limerick poetry challenge … Continue reading →

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why I feel like a writer.

why I feel like a writer (sometimes). J (on vacation this week) and I took the kids out for a late lunch today. As we exited my car and got over the breath-sucking 95°(F) humid air, we saw a couple step … Continue reading →

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the ride.

the anticipation exciting the climbs unnerving the twists sickening the drops frightening the ride thrilling the end calming the exit saddening the anticipation exciting… © what sandra thinks

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midnight. (haiku)

When midnight arrives The darkness hides everything. You will never know. © what sandra thinks art: deviation by llrcz.deviantart.com

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better love.

Don’t you hate when you love an artist or a band… and you cannot wait for their next release… but when it happens, you’re disappointed? I get that they grow and evolve and all that. But it sucks when they change … Continue reading →

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deep enough.

It felt good that day Talking and smiling Laughter. Maybe that is happy Is that happy? It doesn’t feel deep enough To be real No need to think Stop analyzing Just enjoy… Oh. Darkness inside me Creeping around slowly My … Continue reading →

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here’s what I think.

Here’s what I think… Rather than post a late fiction friday installment this week, I’m going to take the week off. Oh… and unless something superbly amazing happens today, I’m going to skip the weekly perk, too. I’ve been writing the fiction, … Continue reading →

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the first.

Oh yes I remember The first time you kissed me I can still feel your lips on mine Those sweet, soft first kisses I remember Oh yes © what sandra thinks

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