The Infinite Starr

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  • The Weather Changed When You Left

    Tonight at 7:15 p.m. CST someone passed away. They left a single rainbow and sun showers over the Texas Sky.  Home. There was no thunder. No violent sky splitting itself open in grief. Just rain falling through sunlight, as if the heavens had forgotten they were supposed to choose between mourning and celebration. And then…

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  • Roots Beneath the Orchard

    There is an orchard few people ever speak about. Not because it is hidden. Because everyone standing in it believes it is normal. They walk among twisted trunks and fruit that never quite ripens. Some branches bloom beautifully while others rot from the inside. The leaves shimmer just enough to convince every generation that next…

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  • The Lake That Never Forgot

    There is an old lake hidden beyond a crooked trail where maps refuse to be honest. The locals never spoke its name. They simply called it The Witness. Not because it judged. Because it remembered. Every leaf. Every promise. Every lie. Every excuse. Every person who believed the water could carry away something they refused…

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  • The Drop That Forgot Its Size

    Rainy days always change the world. People don’t notice it because they are busy running from it. They pull jackets over their heads. They hurry toward doorways. They retreat into coffee shops and living rooms. Windshield wipers begin their hypnotic dance. Parking lots empty. Sidewalks lose their audience. The world becomes quieter. More honest. Rain…

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  • The Forest Already Knows

    There is a place in Texas called Uncertain and honestly the name fits better than most people realize.Uncertain sits out there in the middle of nowhere fast surrounded by weeping cedar trees, bayou water, old stories, and generations of “don’t ask” and “don’t tell.” The kind of place where secrets sink deep into the dirt…

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  • Warning labels

    Let’s talk about hate for a second.The all‑consuming kind that stalks the hallways of your chest, gnawing through the drywall of your ribs until the whole place echoes. Hate that hollows the heart, fogs the windshield, steals the keys, then tells you to drive. Hate that makes you swallow anything—rumors, half‑truths, poison—so long as it’s…

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