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It Is A Gift
It is a gift. An open heart spun into ebony lace: words. So much more than what they seem. The chance to see, and believe that anything is possible, always. No matter how wild the wind on a quiet sea. Close… Continue reading
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Butterfly
Do you think a caterpillar knows, upon entering her cocoon, that she will soon die to the only form she’s ever known? Do you think she is afraid of the dark of the wait, or what might find her on… Continue reading
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My Heart, My Soul, My Muse
Sweet Love. I wander among the daisies, knowing you are there traveling lightly in the fields of life, towards home. I have loved you sweetly with the quiet of me, my heart, my soul, my muse. I will wait. Here. In… Continue reading
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All That I Am
Today, I begin the school of life again. I hold my own hand, soft and unsure, as I stand at the gates of the unknown. I am afraid. I am also deep within the stillness of unafraid— the beautiful tendril… Continue reading
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My Sun
When the sun woke up in my small human frame, I learned that love lives on the wings of the wind. My dear sweet, darling sun. Always swimming in my eyes as I gaze at those who need me. Always… Continue reading
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A Bloggy Snooze
Hi guys, ❤️ I thought I might take a little time away from our lovely bloggy land. I’ll miss you a fair bit, so I might be back in a couple of days, or three or four. Or a week.… Continue reading
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These Tears
Do these tears make you uncomfortable? How about this: does the rain make you uncomfortable? The sky is not afraid to rain, and I am not afraid to cry. I am not afraid of what you’ll think of me if… Continue reading
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Changed
The skies opened and the earth looked up. ‘My friend,’ said the dry earth, ‘is trying to drown me.’ Days passed. The sky shone golden orange and the grass mounds of the south glistened, abundant in emerald foliage. The earth… Continue reading
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Life Be Cradled
Let the soft and delicate know me. Let my life be cradled by the warm arms of peace. Continue reading
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