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Blossom, hue of vetted contradiction, between cherish and fade– Hours, like thorns, slow burn to chasten. Advertisements
Fragrant silk manna, arising in deep, dark space– a survivor’s guide.
Friends, and loved ones, I know that so many of you are struggling with shadow-play right now, that your hands are busy knitting in the dark, negotiating long-held absences and haunts, humanly attempting to massage muddle and confusion into clarity; … Continue reading