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there is magic in her bones.

there is magic in her bones.

you’ll find her in the treehouse made of ash and alder, an ancient soul locked inside a heart that beats through fear and strength do you not see the charm in her ruins? the petals that bloom from dropping limbs when the darkness rose, she flooded it with scattered...
clover and chaos.

clover and chaos.

wild whispers tumble through the honeysuckle vines, celtic zen legends imparting magic into the land where we crush green clovers beneath our feet we are madness and chaos and luck and joy, lips of absinthe spilling blessings in poetry -ashley...
the magic of nature.

the magic of nature.

we stand in awe, the land’s own symphonic, siren song holding us superficially frozen in place we swim in the surreal of a holographic lake, sink into a whisper of wonder that leaves us weightless – transported – enchanted everything is connected we float...
this winter weather speaks to me.

this winter weather speaks to me.

the windows are open, cold air winding through, taking with it the last days of autumn and ushering in the arrival of the first snow blackbird is playing on the radio, the foo fighters version i was never a fan of the way the beatles sounded, but the lyrics are good...