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Nude. In the eyes of mankind, it is all bare and naked. One lady with an undying devotion for colors and an unbroken palette, on the other hand, highly stands in stark contrast to this cultural stance. Life's cruelty painted the blank, empty canvas of her soul. Lavinia Selene Nevarez had suffered a lot further from her maxima; harassment, emptiness, and injustice. It's disgusted by many but has given life into her black and white misery.All Rights Reserved

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You Can't Always Get What You Want (Rea's Song) by NoForestAllTrees

On March 28, 2020, I began a journal as my wife Rea, was nearing a pivotal point in her journey to uncover the underlying cause of some increasingly problematic medical issues. For the most part the text of this book comes directly from that journal. It has been edited as little as possible, mostly to correct typos, improve clarity, make the formatting consistent and remove some items which were copyrighted by people other than me. This account is raw and unfiltered. Rea-pronounced like "area" without the first 'A'-was my soulmate and inseparable partner for almost 27 years. She stood just under 5 feet tall. As her hair greyed in later years she took to highlighting the ends in a dark shade of purple. She was kind, inquisitive, and hard working. She smiled frequently, and cared deeply about her friends, family and the world around her. She loved music, especially live music and until very near the end, all I had to do was play Phish or the Grateful Dead and she would smile and start moving to the music. Her unique name came from her mother who combined a blend of family initials-Roy, her dad, and Ernest and Albert, her maternal uncles. I always believed Rea was one in a million. Tragically, I was right, but not in the way I ever would have chosen.

What If I'm Not Enough? (Intersex) by pibjnky

I never thought that I'd think a person was refreshing, and I'm not talking about that, 'I just took a drink of cold water after playing outside all day long' type of refreshing. I'm talking about the feeling of fresh bedroom sheets that hug you into them as you lay yourself down to sleep. The type of refreshing satisfaction you feel getting to watch your favorite athlete lead in the top spot on a comeback tour. The sensation of smelling the air on the first morning of fall, and feeling the leaves crunch beneath your feet as the breeze says hello, bringing it all full circle for you. Or even the visibility of elated excitement over a forgotten childhood memento that shifts you back into your younger self and your favorite memory. I truly never thought I'd think like that. My brain is hardwired a certain way and I didn't think it ever possible to think even a small sliver of what most people would consider normal. ©️ All Rights Reserved.

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺~ ♡ by MuziTi0

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You Can't Always Get What You Want (Rea's Song)

On March 28, 2020, I began a journal as my wife Rea, was nearing a pivotal point in her journey to uncover the underlying cause of some increasingly problematic medical issues. For the most part the text of this book comes directly from that journal. It has been edited as little as possible, mostly to correct typos, improve clarity, make the formatting consistent and remove some items which were copyrighted by people other than me. This account is raw and unfiltered. Rea-pronounced like "area" without the first 'A'-was my soulmate and inseparable partner for almost 27 years. She stood just under 5 feet tall. As her hair greyed in later years she took to highlighting the ends in a dark shade of purple. She was kind, inquisitive, and hard working. She smiled frequently, and cared deeply about her friends, family and the world around her. She loved music, especially live music and until very near the end, all I had to do was play Phish or the Grateful Dead and she would smile and start moving to the music. Her unique name came from her mother who combined a blend of family initials-Roy, her dad, and Ernest and Albert, her maternal uncles. I always believed Rea was one in a million. Tragically, I was right, but not in the way I ever would have chosen.