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the change of seasons within us.

the change of seasons within us.

our last days of winter were spent inhaling poetry, high on smoke and spice and a whole lot of s o u l, our lungs like hidden chambers filled with a breath of ashes, our hearts like hollow canyons filled with the echoes of prose we took a drag of every line and purged...
a recipe for winter.

a recipe for winter.

ingredients: one december moon the burgundy-orange glow of a fiery hearth one tree decorated in lights two hours or more of uninterrupted time together a few gentle endings the promise of beginnings mix thoroughly with a whisper of wishes born under a star on a brumal...
she brings life to the cold.

she brings life to the cold.

winter is coming she slips from the mist, the queen of dark things spilling from a beautifully painted sky she creates art from madness and faith, a masterpiece delicately drawn with ice