Tag Archives: edge-point

At the Beckoning Edge

Sometimes, you’ve got to stand at the liminal edge, equal parts trespass and yield, your entire life a fragile ceremony of plunge and arc, respiring within spells of wonder.

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Ascent

Crisped at the edges, gilded wings of the Phoenix fanning flames to rise.

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