HeyJaredAva’s Newsletter
an amalgamation of all my fleeting thoughts ive been able to capture
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- Sep 22, 2026
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- Sep 2, 2026
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Are you leaving for the country? (opens the original)
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Are you leaving for the country?I sense your flightiness return with the changing of the seasonsAre your bags packed or are you leaving in a flash, taking only what you can carry?Was it prying eyes, brows furrowed in inquisition?Or was it the lack of?Did you wish someone would say, ‘I’d really love it if you came,’ or ‘I wish you could come.’Or did you wish to be coveted in your castle surrounded by moat and dragon, left alone to make peace with your devices?Are you beginning to see each person
highway 101 (opens the original)
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I want Christmas in the suburbs and cul-de-sacs of colored lights,I want life in a Neil Young songI want to drive through the mountains and the pastures with you on a long highway that beckons no endingWe’ll listen to our mutually favorite songs and eat fast food and smoke too many cigarettes out the window as the wind whips our facesI want to watch the rows of trees in orchards pass in that rhythmic hypnosis,See the scorched earth, the carcass of a raging fire and the rebirth of meek Western gr
the strongest of feelings (opens the original)
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I think I miss you the most, more than the others do. Loneliness is memories of women’s thrift stores my mom would take me to as a child, carpeted floors and dark wood paneling and the way it was nestled into a pristine wealthy neighbourhood, the only surviving small business. It’s the indigo sky with painted white clouds and the lone twinkling star above our deck…some days this picture has painted a sense of unseen unity, a reminder of others watching the same sky. Today my heart is heavy and i
CLOUDS (opens the original)
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The clouds passing through Ingleside today are large, billowing palaces of moisture. Smaller fragments break off and move with haste, unfurling against the pale blue sky. One small Eucalyptus tree stands alone, above the surrounding foliage outside the window, beckoning to the guardians of the sky, flapping wildly, hoping for flight. It grows exhausted and relaxes, letting the wind gently sway its branches. The clouds are moving further amongst the hills, over rows of tiny toy boxes, houses and
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