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Books – Caitlin Margaret
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No closer to any kind of truth. When I was 8, I regularly got in trouble for staying up too late reading. Then I studied English in college and forgot how to read for pleasure. In 2013, I read a book for myself for the first time in several years. In 2014, I’m taking reading seriously again. Wind, Sand and Stars. Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. The Paris Review, issue 217. The Light Between Oceans. Where’d You Go, Bernadette? In The Unlikely Event. This One Is Mine. The People In The Trees.
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Caitlin Margaret
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No closer to any kind of truth. In the bleakest moments,. My heart swells with gratitude. I have been given so much. I have so much. November 30, 2016. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Next Post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Caitlin Margaret
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No closer to any kind of truth. Understanding that some people should be in my life, however they can be, even if it’s not quite what I wanted for myself. Sometimes the what is carries far, far more weight than the dragging awareness of what isn’t. But when I stepped out of myself, let my footsteps fall lightly, counted the blessings, let others in, I found more love than I ever imagined. So grateful to finally see it. June 25, 2016. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Metaphors, part two. Cool Story...
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cdean – Caitlin Margaret
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No closer to any kind of truth. I forgot how good it feels to run outside. Across the city, in perfect shorts-and-t-shirt weather. To hopscotch around ambling pedestrians, to find quick footing after stumbling curbs. Through bursting lights and Friday-night crowds and a lavender sunset. Up mile-long hills and down five-dozen shallow steps. And so, in my footfalls, in my miles, in my aching joints and in my soft gaze and in my gulping lungs, I let go of some things. February 11, 2017. USA is for lovers.
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Metaphors, part two – Caitlin Margaret
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No closer to any kind of truth. Metaphors, part two. Your loveless bones against mine, hollow but for marrow. If I break you down to just the parts;. Between my caving ribs,. Do I feel you less? June 1, 2016. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. What becomes of the people we used to love? Next Post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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About – Caitlin Margaret
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No closer to any kind of truth. Blurred fact and fiction on human experience and emotion. 8216;And I am a writer, writer of fictions. I am the heart that you call home. And I’ve written pages upon pages. Trying to rid you from my bones. 8217;The Engine Driver,’ The Decemberists. One thought on “ About. January 22, 2013 at 9:12 pm. I love your blog! Beautiful posts with beautiful words, nice job. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Caitlin Margaret - no closer to any kind of truth. - Page 2
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No closer to any kind of truth. Understanding that some people should be in my life, however they can be, even if it’s not quite what I wanted for myself. Sometimes the what is carries far, far more weight than the dragging awareness of what isn’t. But when I stepped out of myself, let my footsteps fall lightly, counted the blessings, let others in, I found more love than I ever imagined. So grateful to finally see it. June 25, 2016. Metaphors, part two. If I break you down to just the parts;. It’s...
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Caitlin Margaret
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No closer to any kind of truth. Thinking a lot lately about how much disappointment we set for ourselves when we seek our value in how others see us. I want to own my own faults, believe in my own strengths. I want to be more than a dismissive comment from another, more than someone else always trying to speak for me, more than an individual telling me when to be grateful. Today’s been disappointing, because I let others make me feel small. July 21, 2016. This entry was posted in Uncategorized.
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Caitlin Margaret
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No closer to any kind of truth. Maybe I’m ready to be near someone who. Sees all my faults,. Can list every shortcoming. I’m ready to stop trying so hard. To be anything other than exactly that which. I should be so lucky to find. I have hope;. October 5, 2016. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Next Post →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). Notify me of new comments via email. All this to say.
