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.. She is still left mourning this powdered sugar skin, frozen limbs, a hush of snow. inkin’ in thirds on thursdays.
.. She begins the day with a cup, a word, a dream stirred; breathes her self -of steam. .. written for ink in thirds.
We find ourselves at winter’s center, speaking in snowflakes to a frozen-faced moon. Photo and prompt from over at inking in thirds.