Your life, expressed, in six words
Surprise meWith restrictions, creativity finally comes alive. Urban legend has it, Hemingway wrote “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” How will you contribute your own?
From the community
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For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
— Ernest Hemingway
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Found God. Lost God. Now what?
— Anonymous
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Seeps into souls like rain drops.
— tk13
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Cicadas are rattling, ‘September! September! September!'
— liberata
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Sun shines so sweetly in September.
— Solstice22
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’Life’s brief’ sighed a September leaf.
— BanjoDan
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The sunflowers have curtsied to Fall.
— canadafreeze
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Purple chrysanthemums fall into my fall.
— CanadaGoose
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Autumn: when hot yellows turn gold.
— deconstructingself
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Ducks are lined up. Now what?
— trust2020
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Impossible just takes a little longer.
— rratatat
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No longer renting. Owning my mistakes.
— JohnBigJohn
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That one passion connecting all dots?
— Amapola
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My flaws lead to my discovery!
— PhDink
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Subconsciously still afraid of the dark.
— BecomingLuke
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Age 8: made my toys kiss.
— agold111
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Kindergarten: Scaredy-cat. High school: Top dog.
— Contemplative
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Listen to Mom, almost always right.
— MomGail
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Always say yes to homemade brownies!
— quiltpoet
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Early bird catches the best worms.
— gfsilva04
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Pasta’s a canvas. Be a Michelangelo.
— L2L3
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The best routes are rarely pre-mapped.
— ADHDean
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Seeking familiar milestones in changing landscapes
— Midnight
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Practice being bored. It builds character.
— LaurenLipton
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Inhaling this moment: my favorite drug.
— BanjoDan
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Let toddler take you for walk.
— Undermom
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You are the perfect wrong decision.
— TaliaKE
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The key is laughing at yourself.
— ChristineMacdonald
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Heart aches from carrying a mattress.
— TheAngstyPoet
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Broken pieces make up beautiful mosaics.
— DeTiix
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They said: ‘It’s impossible.’ It wasn’t.
— matthewlingren
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On better side of cancer’s ‘50%’
— DynamicDbytheC
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that’s the thing about hitting bottom…
— amanda
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Change the world by changing perceptions.
— Artistgirl
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Why not purple hair at 35?
— renkathebrave
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Stop counting minutes, start counting memories.
— resigned_to_obscurity
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I bloomed where I was planted.
— liberata
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Swam in mud. Recovered inner lotus.
— Amapola
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Lived past prognosis. Sky’s the limit.
— Happy_Traveler
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Silly grin frozen on my face.
— Jugggler
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Acclimatization unlikely. Extreme cold warrants hibernation.
— CanadaGoose
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Words struggle to exit frigid fingertips.
— Ellis_Reyes
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And thus it begins. So-called ‘Wonderland.’
— enginethatcould
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Today I’m thankful for over-the-knee socks.
— favepeep
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Cold fingers are worse than autocorrect!
— Raven_OKeefe
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Time deletes but writing saves memories.
— BanjoDan
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Move over Worry, you’re being replaced!
— Solstice22
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Following the sunset along Route 66.
— CindyT
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He’s not interested; sun’s kept rising.
— TaliaKE
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Sunlight’s warmth caresses my crouched back.
— gwen91014
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You are somebody’s sunshine. Burn bright.
— kmagnis
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Sundogs, colored ribbons in the sky.
— canadafreeze