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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...