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impermanence.

impermanence.

night strolls towards day crawling inch by slow inch until amaranth blooms across the black because not even the dark plays for keeps love propels us to the moonlight but we are icarus when the sun rises we shake the embers wash off the soot until only the smell of...
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...
Drink Deep

Drink Deep

there is something about a storm that’s always soothed my soul, the way the sky is falling and the wind is calling, the way the thunder echoes others feast on liquid sunshine and timid turquoise skies, but I like the power of the night, the amazing way it...
Discovering Home

Discovering Home

She found her way through winter frost and summer rain, chasing after destinations unknown She searched the skies and discovered home within the tropical fog and the morning mist, dappled with light and ocean kissed, away from the poison and the toxic noise, and she...