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Lavanda

We grow dreams in our fields

A small spring-suspended
doll flew with us to England from
Croatia with a scented sack of
lavender in her tiny wooden hand…

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Poetry

thru my lense: Architecture

today i have two pictures
and not much of a poem.
these are parts of my childhood
home, in monochrome.

Small Poem

A Mighty Portal

That door at the bottom of the stairway. It was the secret to the kingdom of all adults and it kept me at bay. It was a major entryway that connected or separated most of our house’s two-story spaces from more public areas. 2,695 more words

Forty-Three Days

Woah. I honestly can not believe that a day like this has already gotten here. Before I get started I want to refer to this picture below. 431 more words

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