Author: S.J Asher
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Three months ago, I carved reality. A bird sanctuary. My backyard transformed. Mornings come alive. Chirps break the silence. Feathers paint the air. Sparrows perch…
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We often think of time and events as a straight line. But intuition suggests a more complex shape. Picture a triangle: Normally, we’d say the…
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Think you can be random? Think again. Our brains are wired for patterns, not chaos. Try this: Pick a random number. Chances are, you avoided…
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Every morning, I perform a small act of preservation. The jar glints in the early light, its contents a deep amber – raw honey from…
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I went to our local folk festival yesterday and saw something special—three Miccosukee dancers. Witnessed the spirit of the eagle, the grace of the butterfly,…
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When people ask me what my new novel is about, I find myself staring into the void between heartbeats, searching for words to describe the…
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In our village, family nicknames stick like burrs. We’re “The Bears,” thanks to our distinctive gait. Our “bear shuffle” was unmistakable – an inward turn,…
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Ever notice how life’s best stories start with “I think we’re lost”? My brain before I started riding: “But the GPS says to stay on…
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In a world drowning in noise, I choose silence. Some need a soundtrack in order to focus and be productive. I crave void. For me,…
S.J. Asher 