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i am under her spell.

i am under her spell.

i watched her waking from hibernation, neither ghost nor girl but hovering somewhere in between, a born wildflower drifting so i taught her to dance in rays of sunlight, to run beneath the rain and now, she is anointed with energy, illuminated from within she goes up...
look how far i’ve come.

look how far i’ve come.

i asked you to give me space, and you gave me the most luminous night m a g i c you’ve always known how i love constellations how i search for them when i am overwhelmed in a world that is too much chaos and not enough calm and we sat there watching until they said...
purple skies are calling.

purple skies are calling.

rose blush skies fading into a mauve daydream and she is on a journey between an orchid afternoon, and a lavender evening, but this hush is mulberry tangled up in aubergine, the perfect shade to unveil her latest spell — she is a moon gypsy and she speaks in shades of...
she sees your truth.

she sees your truth.

she belongs with the wolves of winter, a pack of restless souls bound in spirit, their gypsy hearts beating in sync with the rise and fall of a mystic moon they are truth and purity housed behind a stubborn love and piercing eyes they are the wildflower warriors, all...