Livora Gracely

Writing to remember, sharing to inspire

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  • The picture is larger than the room. A photographer can take three hundred pictures and still miss the person who stepped outside for a moment. It happens. Someone goes to fetch a coat. Someone answers a phone. Someone notices that the light is better on the other side of the building. By the time the…

  • Nobody was ready. Everyone came anyway. The Camera Blinked First Click. The camera took a photograph before anyone had decided where to stand. Seven rabbits froze. The rabbit holding the camera lowered it slowly. “I didn’t press the button.” The rabbit with the skateboard looked behind him. “Did the floor?” The floor said nothing, which…

  • The army had been leaving fires behind. On the first day, there were many of them. On the second day, there were fewer. By the third day, the fires had become noticeably fewer still. Pang Juan watched the signs from the road and reached a conclusion. The Qi soldiers were running away. It was not…

  • Small charges. Brighter days. The robot had been charging for forty-three minutes. He had recovered twelve percent of his battery and all of his dignity. This was considered excellent progress. He sat on the floor beside the old charging machine with both legs stretched forward, one hand resting against the metal, the other lying beside…

  • Some things do not become glorious when we finally notice them. The Unasked Question Can something become valuable because we recognize it? The question sounds reasonable. A painting hangs in a dark room. Someone turns on the light and discovers it is beautiful. We say the light revealed its value. We do not usually say…

  • Kindness looks beautiful on you. The bouquet had a problem. It was too beautiful to leave the shop. This was inconvenient because leaving the shop was, professionally speaking, the entire point of being a bouquet. It sat on the counter wrapped in translucent paper, wearing three layers of ribbon and enough flowers to suggest that…

  • The boy already had a father, a kingdom waiting somewhere ahead, and several teachers. Philip of Macedon sent for one more. He did not bring Aristotle to the palace and ask him to continue Alexander’s lessons there. He sent the boy away from the palace instead, to Mieza, where the school stood near a temple…

  • Some joys begin exactly where the last hand lets go. The monkey had one hand on the rope. This was not the problem. The problem was that the next rope was somewhere else. It hung a short distance away, swaying lazily between two trees as though it had no particular responsibility for what happened next.…

  • The same light. Different stories. The photographer had one request. “Please try not to look identical.” Four faces looked back at him. Same pale blue eyes. Same silver-blonde hair. Same small curve at the corner of the mouth. Even the blue hoods had been prepared from the same fabric, dusted with the same icy shimmer…

  • Philemon leaves a room waiting.Hebrews begins by asking who is still listening. What is the loudest part of a letter? Sometimes it is not the greeting. Not the request. Not even the final blessing. Sometimes it is the part the letter refuses to tell us. Philemon ends with grace. Paul has written about Onesimus, the…