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What if you could hold hope in the palm of your hand? Soul to Soul comes pretty close. 🖐️
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A carefully crafted miniature scene shows two small figurine characters standing at a tiny wooden market stall bathed in warm lantern light. The stall is painted a weathered turquoise blue and sits on a plank-like wooden floor with visible grain and worn edges. Hanging above the stall is a thin twisted wire or rope strung with small warm bulbs and several tiny rectangular tags. Each tag resembles an old receipt or library card, with faint handwritten notes and lines, gently dangling above the figures. Behind the counter stands an elderly shopkeeper figurine with a long nose, a short gray beard, and a black brimmed hat. He wears a dark textured coat that appears to be made of rough fabric. His posture leans slightly forward as he extends one hand toward a small glowing lantern placed on the counter between him and the customer. The lantern emits a soft amber light that illuminates the figures’ hands and the surrounding objects. Across the counter stands a second figure, shorter and bundled in a teal coat with a brown hat. The figure holds a small stack of papers or envelopes, as if preparing to exchange them with the shopkeeper. The glow of the lantern casts gentle highlights across the textured clothing and the edges of the counter. The stall surface is cluttered with miniature objects including tiny bottles, paper slips, and small containers arranged in careful disorder. In the softly blurred background, more tiny lamps and shelves create a cozy market atmosphere. The shallow depth of field keeps the focus on the exchange at the counter, emphasizing the intimacy of the tiny scene and the warmth of the lantern between the two figures. miniature market stall, tiny figurines, lantern light, handcrafted scene, whimsical marketplace, tiny shopkeeper, hanging paper tags, warm glow, detailed diorama, storybook atmosphere AI-generated; use is permitted for non-commercial creative projects. MidJourney, FLUX.1-schnell model via Perchance, Artspace.ai, REVE, Echoform™.
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Under a strand of handwritten notes and quiet light, a small exchange becomes a moment of warmth in a miniature world.
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Sometimes you just need 100 words of hope. Faye Rapoport DesPres delivers. 📬
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Whether you’re 9 or 90, there’s a story in Soul to Soul that will speak directly to you. 👂
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A room of one's own but it's a corridor of scaffolding in one direction and an early morning desert of cactuses in the other, flowering. The moon is both full and new. The sun is a crescent. All the constellations look like their names.
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When I grow up I want to be a poltergeist. It's a family tradition.
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Somedays she's late because she'll spend hours looking at herself in the mirror, to confirm she exists.
Somedays the thing that stares back wears an expression that isn't hers (but how would she know?)
Somedays she covers all the mirrors with towels.
She isn't vain. She's terrified.
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In the museum of echoes, the dreamers are uncertain if the woman is a visitor, an exhibit, or one of the guardians. They spy her listening. The woman is uncertain if the dreamers are visitors, exhibits, or guardians of the museum.
No-one remembers how long they've been here.
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Wakewalking. A minor fugue state, only seconds, if that; the length of half a phrase of music.
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It's too late now. You let me live in your head too long, and now a small piece of me has taken permanent residence there as a poltergeist. I can't control it. It has an afterlife of its own.
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Microfiction with a heartbeat. Every page of Soul to Soul pulses with purpose and tenderness. 💓
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She doesn't know where the landmines are buried. They wait patiently in the long grass, to be stepped on, stepped off, to pop memories open like foul gas bubbling from a swollen corpse.
She herself is a landmine. She wants to warn them, mind your step. She doesn't want to hurt anyone.
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In a parallel dimension, the ability to lie must be purchased. Dishonesty is a privilege only the wealthy can afford.
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Sometimes you just need 100 words of hope. Faye Rapoport DesPres delivers. 📬
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You've been stumbling through your life like a shadow in an ill-lit room, half-glimpses in a shrouded mirror, bumping into truth like finding the unexpected edge of a familiar table in the unfamiliar dark. If you could see. You feel your way, not knowing why you do the things you do.
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St Christopher limps over the bridge, alone. He tries not to bark at strangers. He tries not to hear the splash they make. Mermaids sing softly in the cold river below him. When morning comes they will swim east, towards the sun rising over the north sea.
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How to wash. How to brush her teeth. How to wash her hair (this one was hard, because when the water fell into her face, she felt as if she were drowning). How to wash clothes, the way viscose would shrink & acrylic would stretch if not dried flat, her jumper sleeves down to her knees.
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They caught her escaping the party house. If they remember this moment, and they will, they will tell each other how stupid the girl is, how worthless; they will narrate the variations of her going as she passes into automated myth. She is a cautionary tale. They judge her, adversely.
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Each time someone tells her, you're such a positive person, she hears another crack inside while she smiles.
In the river, dead fish resurface periodically. The stink heralds their arrival before she finds them. The current grows sluggish. They will not wash away this time.
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Everyday, she has to practise and copy and learn people. They are a great wonder. How do they all know how to be normal? Does it come naturally to them? Or do they have to learn too? A secret place they share, like a locked garden in a city square, where the key is never for her.
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She's disjointed, unarticulated, out of time, out of place, like a hedgehog unprotected in the glare of a midsummer sun.
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Whether you’re 9 or 90, there’s a story in Soul to Soul that will speak directly to you. 👂
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Pictures of fluffy kittens & puppies in baskets.
"It’s a cult, they don’t welcome strangers, they’re all related & the women give birth to poor little deformed babies that they drown in the river."
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Whether you’re 9 or 90, there’s a story in Soul to Soul that will speak directly to you. 👂
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She went through a shoplifting phase, which yielded exercise books with lined paper. Pens she got from her dad, an endless supply of half-size ballpoints from the betting shop, along with carbon paper betting slips which he used for shopping lists, laboriously mis-spelled in capitals.
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She hides things from herself, until the hidden things tower & totter. She's so very good at it. The tower grows so tall it reaches into heaven & terrifies the gods. Their messengers arrive like locusts & frogs in the night, to fragment her soul into lost tribes of unmappable islands.
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New ghosts are always being made, but it's never the ones we long to see. And we are never the living they want to haunt.
Tomorrow is not promised.
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City phantoms, desperately trying to communicate with the living, but can only do so through graffiti and ghost signs, which keep being painted over.
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Detail from The Mystic Lamb, Ghent. Blood spurts from a lamb's heart into a chalice. The lamb has rays of golden light shooting out of its head.
#StAgnesEve Tonight I will dream of you, as I do every night. #tinystories
Microfiction with a heartbeat. Every page of Soul to Soul pulses with purpose and tenderness. 💓
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