Hi,

I am starting to see patients at school. Our school requires us to find our own patients to fill our appointments. I am looking for people who are interested in or in need of a dental cleaning. Our dental clinic also provides restorative services and more! Please message me if you or someone you know are interested. Even if you just have some questions I'm happy to answer them. Thank you!

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We're an active, growing server that is open to all members of the LGBTQ+ community in the Western WA area! We have a wonderful, inclusive community with a dedicated staff focused on our members' safety, self-expression, and sense of community.

❤️ Weekly game & movie nights

🧡 Inclusive, supportive community

💛 D&D Campaign

💚 College updates

💙 Vanity roles

💜 Active, responsive staff

Looking forward to seeing you all soon! 🌈

https://discord.gg/EuSuCX3

Looking for a group to play valorant with? Weekly tournaments with cash prizes? then come check out Valoranthem! we are a NA based Discord looking to create a base for Valorant Esports! We are also working on a website to host team finding, public skrimishes and even more tournaments!

hope to see you soon! also feel free to add me in game my tag is Mowgli#1001

https://discord.gg/3jbw3W

https://valoranthem.com/

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They stole SO many packages in our neighborhood, and are STILL doing it today! They need to be caught asap! Stills of their faces and video clip of their white Hyundai Azera are below.

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There’s a specific spot in Hillcrest Park where one can see forever. Rests there a short stone wall that stretches a century or more into the past. Constant shade from Douglas and other firs makes this suitable for seeing that which requires stillness and birdsong. The bones in the ground make this suitable for seeing that which awaits all things. From here one may view in the distance below, our fertile valley. But closer still is seen memories of a shared past and visions of a wandering future. There is a falling of gravestones and the ground is uneven, but if one walks with great caution and listens; Forever is a story about home. We get there.

On Friday, I dreamed I was a crow again.
All black and cunning and sharpness again.
Dreamed of the pale blue sky and of seeing you again.
On Friday, I dreamed I was a crow.

I used to believe there was nothing different in this fog. Alone, at night, walking in these hills changed that. The fog distorts sounds, obscures vision, and the fog blurs the lines that separate the known from the terrifying. In these hills at night, you hear sounds in the fog. An owl, maybe, or something else following you from above with the voices of dead men. You hear distant crying, in the fog, and and the rustling of underbrush all green and white with mist and wet webs. You hear a man shout, but it wasn't a man. Was it?

Walking in these hills at night, you begin to notice that you're not alone in the fog. Trees don't normally move like that and those lights you see in the field below absolutely make you feel like running away. You know that no one is watching you, no one cares that you're here, but there are things in this fog. You see something running in the half dark, either a child or a large dog. Too silent to be anything but a dream in these hills. Or a nightmare looking for someone to chase. You pass someone seated on a log and staring into the nothingness. Smoke black eyes and his face is bleeding. You know not to stop walking.

Things happen when alone in the fog sometimes. In that dark grey and silver light of the moon, you can feel yourself change. Waves of paranoia and fear gather in the corners of your perception and they give you strange thoughts. You feel aggression rising in your chest like some song you'd rather forget. The weight of another's eyes upon you make you feel like breaking things and you can't explain it. You reach into your pocket and find a cigarette there. Even though you don't smoke, you raise this cigarette to your lips and light it with matches you've never seen before.

Walking in these hills alone at night, the flame and smoke somehow seem to clear the air. You exhale the scent of wisteria, chrysanthemum, and clove. Someone nearby laughs mirthlessly and you feel suddenly colder. You'll keep walking till morning because that's the only thing that sounds like hope in all this mist. You have the strange sensation that you're no longer being followed but you don't want to think about that. You only want the morning and an end to this fog. I know. Because I used to believe there was nothing different in this fog.

I see god every day on my way to work. I sometimes only know because I feel the need to avert my eyes when I see her. Often appearing dirty and low to the ground, it's not hard to imagine how he slept last night. I see god every day on my way to work. Their gait is such that one notices at a distance. Slouched and with a shuffle or defiantly in a different world from ours. I see god every day on my way to work. She sleeps on a cardboard box and her eyes tell me that we don't share any of the same fears. Sometimes he laughs and it is a scorn that cuts all who hear it. I see god every day on my way to work. He sat across the street from McDonald's for half a year and watched us die. She sometimes smiles as if in recognition of the fact that we can't see god in her. Some strong but subtle self hypnosis that dulls all perception of the truly divine. But I see god every day on my way to work. And sometimes he kills me.

Nothing ever happens in this town. Just quiet expressions of love in different shades of green, grey and dog fur. Joy comes while waiting for the commuter train to rumble to a stop. From a soft kiss and feeling like you’ll never get this rain out of your head. Joy is a tired barista with a sharp smile and relaxed demeanor, because nothing ever happens in this town. And for today, that is everything.