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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.

I have failed.

Today is Friday. And in my brain calendar, tomorrow, Saturday, is the last day of the week. So I have failed… twice. [Or… I will probably fail.] My fiction friday post isn’t ready. I have not written a weekly perk. … Continue reading →

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in my perfect dreams. (sickeningly sappy haiku)

In my perfect dreams, your scent, your smile, your warmth, and your arms surround me. In my perfect dreams, you whisper of love and you never let me go. © what sandra thinks

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petals.

petals. tiny pieces from inside of me flying from my fingers into the wind born from your breath. © what sandra thinks

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wait.

take your time my love · I will wait for you © what sandra thinks

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winning. (haiku)

Won Mega-Millions! Oh, not the giant jackpot. Two measly dollars. © what sandra thinks

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lunch. (haiku)

Am I a bad mom Because today I agreed To ice cream for lunch? © what sandra thinks

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unsure.

I run, chasing feelings I thought out of my grasp. Is it possible I was wrong? Maybe. I speed, racing the world for a prize I covet. Is it possible I will win? Unclear. I fall, stumbling on my own … Continue reading →

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my friend.

My friend, I never knew You were thinking of me Until I needed you most And you appeared. © what sandra thinks

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