Snowstorms were paradise to Mrs. Slug. She needn't worry about arriving timely to TV dramas w/ clever punchlines & the cold day was always accomplished w/ a cuppa chocolate tea. A very... 1/2

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Our tastes have somewhat synchronized since the womb. Blackened foods are anathema and should be launched into the nearest bin where... 1/4

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In the vocabulary of the elders was a fable used to frighten us into not entering the forest. Barren branches, gnarly trees, the witch’s cottage, all words which filled us with fear. One day the "witch" beckoned me and showed me the beauty in truth.


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Once upon a still winter sat a young girl called Aeliana. Her eyes carried rivers' glimmer and blooms arose upon her light in seasons where death was more... 1/3

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Ticking slowly
is the soul of time

Don't look behind
because she's walking
beside you

In the dark shadows of winter
she still haunts your mind

The woman in black
taps on your shoulder

The collector of dead seasons



Art | Wallpapers

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Stockings hang cozy
Chimney embers glowing still
Morning thrill awaits

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We're all small town blooms
with major city hearts,
luminous
in mortal growth
& less burdened
with art,
sometimes left
to breathe
citrus exhales
from trees,
nature's essence
soothing
frosty lips
to memories
more holy.

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