Category: From a previous life…
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A Written Walk
The woods of Southeast Alaska have always held magic. It’s here where mold looks beautiful, in her green. If mold were a character, she would strut that expensive coat around, shoulders up, as if to say “It doesn’t matter what my face looks like.” I picture her features to be thick and course, none requiring […]
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A Moment to Write
I’m looking for fresh freedom like a dog smelling everything, rejecting nothing, just letting it pass as it always does. This is a place where rules don’t apply, a moment where everything is just fine. This isn’t the picture I wanted for this post, but it will do. The picture I wanted and loved, I […]
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