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Get Out of My Face: Wonder Still Exists in This Space

One's getting braces, while the others are doing Lord knows what. Scratching this person's face, hitting that one's butt. Giving her a thrust, cashing him in on a bust. This one wants to be left alone, that one demands a phone. She says, "Get out of my face." He says, "You're all in my space."… Continue reading Get Out of My Face: Wonder Still Exists in This Space

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Butterflies and Transformations

Lily Chang © 2019 Life seems rough for butterflies from the start. Only a few out of hundreds of eggs laid make it all the way through to the prized fourth stage, due to a number of factors ranging from pesticides to predators. Reaching the butterfly stage still doesn't guarantee survival. Besides letting the wings… Continue reading Butterflies and Transformations

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Radiant Paragon of Beauty

I was doing a photo shoot during the sound check for "Femme Fatale," performed by the YAO (Young Artist Orchestra), a part of the DYAO (Denver Young Artist Orchestra). Lily Chang © 2018 Hearing and watching young musicians preparing for the first big concert of the season was inspiring and wonderful. It was a joy… Continue reading Radiant Paragon of Beauty

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Botanical Beauty

As a writer, I'm still learning to provide enough details in a setting so the reader can easily join the protagonist wherever she or he is. One way I practice this is to be mindful of my surroundings and notice what is around me. The more details I notice, the better. Colors, particularly ones that… Continue reading Botanical Beauty

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Not Small and Insignificant

It's been a week, mixed with unpredictable joy, frustration, anxiety, discouragement, and inspiration. Seems to be a good time to reflect on gratitude. This week, I'm thankful for: A heavy blanket of clouds in the sky early this morning that prevented the sun from blinding me or rendering me incapable of seeing cars or traffic… Continue reading Not Small and Insignificant