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What I Am
It’s beautiful, what I am. It’s beautiful. What I am. Continue reading
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A Friend Of Convenience
Her art is a friend of convenience. It absorbs her. It turns her delicate into raw and beautiful scenes of naked flesh on linen. It turns her hard into lashings of angry black with no recognisable form. The artist removes… Continue reading
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Autumn
I’m lounging in the sun chair, peering into the Autumn. The window’s grown cold, just like everything else around here that once was warm. It’s like we’re in a corridor. At one end: summer. At this end: winter. Maybe we’ll… Continue reading
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Goodnight
If I were a day you would both be my sun, sweet babies of mine sweet littlest loves. And when you were streaming from the sky of us, I would wish for the moonlight never to come. Continue reading
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Music: The Most Beautiful Dimension
I’ve just been at the Piano. I’d like to tell you a story about that, actually. How my piano came to be my ultimate happy place (and healing tool, you might say.) It’s in my soul, I think. Music. It’s… Continue reading
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The Bright Side
I’m a bright side girl, most days. It’s the essence of me, I suppose; joy, love and all the sunny days, enough of all three to make a bright side girl thrive. The thing isβ I’m not thriving. These days,… Continue reading
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How To Be Good
It’s funny isn’t it that the secret to becoming a good Mum a good wife a good friend a good human, is to realise that actually there is no good or bad anything. Because what’s good to her and her… Continue reading
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May
It was May when it happened. The change in me, the one that planted little wing sprouts in my shoulders and dared me to fly into the sun. It was last May, do you remember it? The darling blog of… Continue reading
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Today
Yesterday I cried for the train that left my sad eyes at the station. But yesterday wasn’t today. Today I understood why the train had to leave without me. It was so I would go in search of my wings.… Continue reading
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Find Your Magic
Go on. Find your magic. Continue reading