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Whispers in the Mountains
Why do I study her? These are the questions I always ask myself. Deep down, I want to know what her heart thinks. Is it me or the problems of her day? Her fingertips tracing the rim of a coffee mug made of recycled materials reminds me that souls can be reborn repeatedly. Even when…
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What Lives in The Wind.
By Lataurus Black You are awake, and I am here. Even with your eyes closed, lying in bed, your heart remains awake, restless. As the voices of life slow down and you wrap yourself in the comfort of your bed, I remain sitting atop the mountain in silence. The roads here stay untouched, free from…
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What do you offer to a heart?
A phone call from Tokyo She asked me what I had to offer: the unseen questions of human life, the things we have experienced, and the pain that has shaped us. From the hot summer months, I have learned to love the cool summer nights, especially sitting next to you by the fire while listening…
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Journey to You
By Lataurus Black 10:48 a.m. I find myself sitting in a small café, looking out the window. The traffic is terrible. The bumper-to-bumper cars make me wonder where everyone is going. Is it home or work? I wonder if any of those drivers are also searching for answers, perhaps trying to find a moment of…
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The Starvations Of Us: A Love Letter To Physical Touch
By Lataurus Black I have been dreaming about you.It was 2 am, and the only light touching youwas the moonlight as you lay in the white sand.The way the water was coming upon land and slowly retreatinghas me questioning if Poseidon himself was trying to teach me something. The sea looks as if diamonds are…
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Words that live on Mirrors, A Love Note To A Heart
By: Lataurus Black Her/Elle Why did you write these words? I was surprised by her response. I lean in closely, listening as she pours her pain into existence, tears falling like the cold morning in Seattle with grey clouds covering the mountains. She whispers that love does not live and breathe. So, how do I…
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Unwrapping the Emotions of Christmas: By Lataurus Black
Have you ever looked up and seen a single star?The light danced in the dark sky.Your eyes are communing with the atmosphere.In contrast, your mind plays the moment of yesterday. Hours and minutes mean something to your heart,filled with joy, love, and laughter.To relive a second within a moment and hear a voice from our…
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Chapter 1: Home Is Where My Heart Lives
I was listening to the rain. The water is sitting on my windowpane. I missed home and did not notice the feeling of watching the palm trees dance as the wind pushed and pulled at my heart. Seeing Miami with aged eyes allowed me to live in the future and present. It’s been 17 years since…
Lataurus Black
All words and photos are from me. Using A.I. is just a word without emotions—land with no water. My words come from my heart. I hope they touch yours.
Lataurus Black
