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Working the Loop.
A restless loop of almosts and stills: the raw pulse of becoming
Charlene Iris
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A Hush That Hums.
I sip the hour. I taste the air.
Not every day glows, but most days hum.
This is a piece about those days.
Charlene Iris
Apr 131 min read
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To Old Friends: Part I.
I don’t reach for the past, but it finds me. Like an unsent note in a jacket pocket, still folded. Still warm.
Charlene Iris
Apr 112 min read
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The Woman at Union Station.
She turned back for me. Helped me carry what I couldn’t. A quiet kindness, in the chaos, that I’ll never forget.
Charlene Iris
Apr 94 min read
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The Tyranny of the Silver Lining.
What lining? Not every storm clears. Not every ache transforms. Sometimes, pain just stays. And that's not failure.
Charlene Iris
Apr 83 min read
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Attached to Some Ducks.
A quiet ritual. Some winter ducks. I didn’t mean to get emotionally attached. But I did. And then they were gone.
Charlene Iris
Apr 62 min read
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Redefining Success.
A post about redefining success. Trading the pursuit of approval for quiet fulfillment, presence over performance, and being enough.
Charlene Iris
Mar 303 min read
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Respawn: A Post About Choosing to Play.
For anyone who’s ever wanted to quit the game entirely—and decided, against all odds, to press start again.
Charlene Iris
Mar 214 min read
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Musings
Wander through the dusk-lit rooms of SomEpiphany.
A quiet archive: the tender, the tangled, the mildly ridiculous—fragments of life that insisted on being remembered.
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