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World Hide and Seek Champions 2013

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the time of year when one gets to try on different faces. princess, ghoul, super hero. imagination the only limiter. a day when it is acceptable to reinvent. to bring out an alter ego. to safely display creativity. or simply indulge in copious amounts of sugar. whimsy reigns. adrenaline spiked with treats. judgement is tossed to the wind. and my nomadic soul is channeling carmen sandiego.

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forest fauna have retreated for the season. leaving a barren nest of drab sticks to bundle under. i feel it coming. the days of chapped cheeks. runny noses. and white rain. a chilling breeze frosts my spirit. look towards a taunting glow giving false hope of a warmer horizon haven. it may lay out there. sunny and full of active energy. waiting for my arrival. but for now i hunker down. pull up my collar. and fall into hibernation mode.

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options available. one can blend into the background. conform to expectation. another uniform colored facade. or stand out. pop amongst the grey stones that line the world. remake the rules. paint in a one-of-a-kind shade. one can be the vibrant graffiti in a dull landscape. but whichever is chosen today. grey or prismatic. one must be okay with that.

I’ve been discovering impressive murals and graffiti all around the city. Becoming a little obsessed with running down alleyways in hopes of stumbling upon painted wonders. There’s something awe-inducing when rounding a corner and suddenly smacked with an unexpected view of colorful contrast. Here are a few of my favorite finds!

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too much. out of. bound by. time. it’s that ever-ticking of hands that wind too tightly around life. meddlesome metronome reminders during procrastination periods. and slog ceaselessly in the slow respites of never ending. it comes in without warning to trample all over the now. mask the notion of tomorrow. and run away with years. try avoiding its call, but time is an inescapable lover. indifferent. and filled with endless nouns to experience.

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aging ringlets knot together. to form branches of faceless beauty. twisting. rising to the next chapter. in the constant winds of change i grow. nostalgic for a past that has yet to happen. impatient future blooming out of reach. roots below burrow deep. the endless gusts ignore our steadfast stance. and my branch clings to the restorative now.

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marionette trapped in a tower of misconception. sewn together by mislabeled markings. a prop. to be paraded on display at convenience. tossed aside when the excitement dissipates. forgotten until the next wave. but at times I come alive. shredding the shallow stitches. and replacing costume attire. for the lucky few who care enough to know the real me.