May 2013
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[[MORE]]The wisps of clouds curled around the trees, as their branches multiplied and swirled, trunks swaying to the wind I seemed to control.
I felt the weight of Earth pulsing beneath me. The blanket I laid on was the softest thing I had ever touched. Darkness arrived quickly, yet the colors remained. “Create. Don’t wait for others to validate you.”
Dried mango slices and...
April 2013
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Love. Love wasn’t sweet and light, it was visceral and overpowering. Love wasn’t...
– Kate Atkinson, When Will There Be Good News?
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