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Welcome to Fragments Fragments is a place to practice witness. ● Not performance. ● Not polish. ● Not explanation. Here, writing is allowed to be partial. Thoughts may arrive unfinished. Silence is not a failure. You do not need: ● Consistency ● Skill ● A story arc ● You are not expected to keep up. This is a place to notice what remains when we stop trying to make meaning too quickly. If you choose to begin, begin simply. You may: ● Share a single sentence ● Post something incomplete ● Sit quietly and read ● If you respond to others, do so by witnessing quote a line that stayed with you. Nothing more is required. Fragments will move slowly. That is intentional. Welcome. ■ Head to the classroom to use the workbook And read my full fragments as I write them.
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share a fragment you wrote this week: ● A line you almost didn’t write ● Something unfinished ● A quiet observation you noticed Examples: I opened an old journal and the pages smelled like the year I stopped writing. I touched the words anyway. The hallway was empty, but I felt someone had been there. I wrote a sentence about it on the wall of my mind.
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The Pause
The elevator paused between floors. Not long. Just enough to notice. The numbers didn’t change. The hum stayed steady. Like nothing was wrong. A man beside me checked his phone. Another adjusted his tie. No one spoke. Then it moved again.
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Time
The barber turned the chair. Slow. Careful with the angle. Hair fell in quiet pieces. Dark against the white cape. Gone the moment it landed. He brushed the back of my neck. Soft strokes. Like finishing a sentence. The mirror held me steady. Same face. Less of it. Change doesn’t ask. It just keeps taking what you’ve already outgrown.
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It Wasn’t For Survival
He counted the cash twice. Not because he had to. Because it felt different this time. The cashier waited. Didn’t rush him. Didn’t look away either. Bills worn soft at the edges. Folded the same way every time they changed hands. He slid them across the counter. Kept one in his pocket. For the first time, it wasn’t for survival.
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