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Daily Archives: April 12, 2017
., Consider this her sentence: the syllables of self she’d like to make some semblance of sense of, someday. The way her veins run blue, the true of her smile. Heart -beat set against the clock, set true north, sett … Continue reading
.. She tells herself each morning that she’s not enough. He engraves His grace graffiti on her lie-stained heart, that she might reflect His love. .. Prompted by PAD Challenge, day 12.
google images .. Organize! Agitate! Educate! The clouds are shouting again, cotton-soft and waning in their sky-spun skins. Organize! Agitate! Educate! Cumulus knows the only way to go is up. A cup of rain, every drop in its place. Organize! … Continue reading
… She saunters through salt and haunted sea, longs to be -long in some semblance of sorrow-swallowed ’morrow moon song. .. Prompted by NaPoWriMo day 12, in which we play with alliteration and assonance.