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(a shadorma) .. She is a stranger in her own skin, an un -quiet storm strangled by the breath of dawn. Her pulse is spilled moon. . I’m feeling a little ethereal today. Prompted by A Prompt Each … Continue reading
. :: . I am the lost girl standing in a field of poppies, waiting for a storm. ::