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  • Rest

    Oh, dear rest. How beautiful to touch your softness, so. When I, the weary boned, have assaulted this body with your skeleton friend, exhaustion. How sweet it is, this sigh of the deep. How darling to fall to the earth… Continue reading

  • Soft and Quiet

    The time for soft and quiet has come. Rest. Lay down the bones of sorrows past. Yesterday is a hush, no longer ringing her angry bell. She knows it true. The time for soft and quiet has come. Continue reading

  • The Soft Girl Snooze

    I like to pop in every day, if I can. Often there are days that I miss, and today was going to be one of them. I’m just a bit tired, today. The only me I have available to give… Continue reading