We are the residents of the Land of Loss
You’ll know us by the far-off look in our eyes
And by the way we carry our hearts on our backs… 280 more words
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I have always found it interesting how jewellery is so precious and particularly owned, yet how it outlives us as if the wearer were only the brief accessory to the piece. 212 more words
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Being A Creative Writer
Time doesn’t change all.
But time does make things better.
Makes it bearable.
9 hours, 34 minutes ago
Day 366 – Mourning Dove in the Evening. That’s right. This is day 366. This is the last photo of my leap-year-long photography project. To end this project right I thought it would be appropriate to give it the bird.
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Beyond the Brush
Combining my current state of grief with my pastimes of art and gardening has produced this series.
16 hours, 38 minutes ago
ancient interrogator of the moon
Hung by your own emotions
You drink the secret potion
And sink your body in the bottle
You cannot escape the glass
A place for you to pass into the afterlife… 43 more words
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Shewolf's a busy girl.
My father died.
It will be a month this Friday and my heart still can’t accept it. My whole world was turned upside down and I can’t seem to understand why I had spent so much time being like him. 824 more words
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