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Sofia Mobili
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I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind.
I will not fall in love with anything but the words that flutter from your extraordinary mind.

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Reconnecting With My Used-To Be Father
Originally published on the Huffington Post.   I hardly noticed the sun had completely set below the horizon while I sat in solitary darkness in my living room. The only light giving life to the room was from the incessant scrolling on my phone. Shifting my...

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Grace & Laughs '16


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For Earth's Sake
As a young girl,
I remember constantly finding myself internally conflicted over our earth and
all it’s inhabitants. I remember thinking that there was always such a divide,
not just between people themselves, but more or so between different sources of
lif...

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What My Mother Taught Me About Strength
When I was younger, I would firmly protest to never become like my mother. She was always yelling. Always dictating what I can and can't do. She feared nothing and no one. In fact, our friends and family feared her. She was at best, a 5'4" spunky and still ...

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What My Mother Taught Me About Strength
When I was younger, I would firmly protest to never become like my mother. She was always yelling. Always dictating what I can and can't do. She feared nothing and no one. In fact, our friends and family feared her. She was at best, a 5'4" spunky and still ...

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What My Mother Taught Me About Strength
When I was younger, I would firmly protest to never become like my mother. She was always yelling. Always dictating what I can and can't do. She feared nothing and no one. In fact, our friends and family feared her. She was at best, a 5'4" spunky and still ...

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Learning to Love
The subject of love has become quite the spiel of conversation through almost all medians of communication. We hear about. Read about it. Sing about it. Feel about it. But do we  really  know  anything  about it? I don't doubt that we do. But perhaps, even ...
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