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autumn’s roses
which holy garden could have been mother to roses of such sheen? slumbering in the promise sweet of a september soon to greet— autumn so painless, they’ll forget the scorching summer lives on yet.…
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Life & Flowers
I stepped out today to find all of my flowers had bloomed. Gathering some into a vase, I realized why it’s important to wait for certain things—and to appreciate what’s going on during the…
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The Old, Grieving Garden
Wildflowers spring to life where they will As, above, the sun sets on my sorrow. I didn’t think that I had tears to cry still. This sadness will last well into the morrow. The…
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A Night of Mist and Questioning
I walk in mist One chilly night, When sorrow-clouds Eclipse the light. They fill my lungs In every breath With loaded air Tasting of death. The street lights wonder, “Who is she?”— They’ve never…
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Starlight & Streetlight
With stars and Streetlights Guiding me, I got lost all the same. Searching for The sunrise, I Heard whispers Of my name. Heavenly Dance slows for Nobody, Poets and sleepers alike. Starlight and Streetlight…
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Time & Space
Eternity Passes, like Dregs of the Milky Way Trickling through Space. Cosmic Light fades in The heat of Ancient Sun.
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The Grudge
What am I going to do when the season ends and my flowers begin to die? How will I cope when I go outside in the morning and, instead of seeing a new darling…
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The Breath
In Hozier’s Work Song, I noticed a point in the beginning when the chorus catches a breath. It’s difficult to hear if you are caught in the beauty of the song, but now that…
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How Books Resemble Flowers
Writing a story is like growing a flower in the sense that you can’t rush it. The plant won’t bloom if you don’t give it the care it requires: some need more water, others…
autumn’s roses
which holy garden could have been mother to roses of such sheen? slumbering in the promise sweet of a september soon to greet— autumn so painless, they’ll forget the scorching summer lives on yet.…
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autumn’s roses
which holy garden could have been mother to roses of such sheen? slumbering in the promise sweet of a september soon to greet— autumn so painless, they’ll forget the scorching summer lives on yet.…
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Life & Flowers
I stepped out today to find all of my flowers had bloomed. Gathering some into a vase, I realized why it’s important to wait for certain things—and to appreciate what’s going on during the…
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The Old, Grieving Garden
Wildflowers spring to life where they will As, above, the sun sets on my sorrow. I didn’t think that I had tears to cry still. This sadness will last well into the morrow. The…
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A Night of Mist and Questioning
I walk in mist One chilly night, When sorrow-clouds Eclipse the light. They fill my lungs In every breath With loaded air Tasting of death. The street lights wonder, “Who is she?”— They’ve never…
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Starlight & Streetlight
With stars and Streetlights Guiding me, I got lost all the same. Searching for The sunrise, I Heard whispers Of my name. Heavenly Dance slows for Nobody, Poets and sleepers alike. Starlight and Streetlight…
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Time & Space
Eternity Passes, like Dregs of the Milky Way Trickling through Space. Cosmic Light fades in The heat of Ancient Sun.
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The Grudge
What am I going to do when the season ends and my flowers begin to die? How will I cope when I go outside in the morning and, instead of seeing a new darling…
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The Breath
In Hozier’s Work Song, I noticed a point in the beginning when the chorus catches a breath. It’s difficult to hear if you are caught in the beauty of the song, but now that…
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How Books Resemble Flowers
Writing a story is like growing a flower in the sense that you can’t rush it. The plant won’t bloom if you don’t give it the care it requires: some need more water, others…
Life & Flowers
I stepped out today to find all of my flowers had bloomed. Gathering some into a vase, I realized why it’s important to wait for certain things—and to appreciate what’s going on during the…
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autumn’s roses
which holy garden could have been mother to roses of such sheen? slumbering in the promise sweet of a september soon to greet— autumn so painless, they’ll forget the scorching summer lives on yet.…
-
Life & Flowers
I stepped out today to find all of my flowers had bloomed. Gathering some into a vase, I realized why it’s important to wait for certain things—and to appreciate what’s going on during the…
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The Old, Grieving Garden
Wildflowers spring to life where they will As, above, the sun sets on my sorrow. I didn’t think that I had tears to cry still. This sadness will last well into the morrow. The…
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A Night of Mist and Questioning
I walk in mist One chilly night, When sorrow-clouds Eclipse the light. They fill my lungs In every breath With loaded air Tasting of death. The street lights wonder, “Who is she?”— They’ve never…
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Starlight & Streetlight
With stars and Streetlights Guiding me, I got lost all the same. Searching for The sunrise, I Heard whispers Of my name. Heavenly Dance slows for Nobody, Poets and sleepers alike. Starlight and Streetlight…
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Time & Space
Eternity Passes, like Dregs of the Milky Way Trickling through Space. Cosmic Light fades in The heat of Ancient Sun.
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The Grudge
What am I going to do when the season ends and my flowers begin to die? How will I cope when I go outside in the morning and, instead of seeing a new darling…
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The Breath
In Hozier’s Work Song, I noticed a point in the beginning when the chorus catches a breath. It’s difficult to hear if you are caught in the beauty of the song, but now that…
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How Books Resemble Flowers
Writing a story is like growing a flower in the sense that you can’t rush it. The plant won’t bloom if you don’t give it the care it requires: some need more water, others…
The Old, Grieving Garden
Wildflowers spring to life where they will As, above, the sun sets on my sorrow. I didn’t think that I had tears to cry still. This sadness will last well into the morrow. The…
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autumn’s roses
which holy garden could have been mother to roses of such sheen? slumbering in the promise sweet of a september soon to greet— autumn so painless, they’ll forget the scorching summer lives on yet.…
-
Life & Flowers
I stepped out today to find all of my flowers had bloomed. Gathering some into a vase, I realized why it’s important to wait for certain things—and to appreciate what’s going on during the…
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The Old, Grieving Garden
Wildflowers spring to life where they will As, above, the sun sets on my sorrow. I didn’t think that I had tears to cry still. This sadness will last well into the morrow. The…
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A Night of Mist and Questioning
I walk in mist One chilly night, When sorrow-clouds Eclipse the light. They fill my lungs In every breath With loaded air Tasting of death. The street lights wonder, “Who is she?”— They’ve never…
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Starlight & Streetlight
With stars and Streetlights Guiding me, I got lost all the same. Searching for The sunrise, I Heard whispers Of my name. Heavenly Dance slows for Nobody, Poets and sleepers alike. Starlight and Streetlight…
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Time & Space
Eternity Passes, like Dregs of the Milky Way Trickling through Space. Cosmic Light fades in The heat of Ancient Sun.
-
The Grudge
What am I going to do when the season ends and my flowers begin to die? How will I cope when I go outside in the morning and, instead of seeing a new darling…
-
The Breath
In Hozier’s Work Song, I noticed a point in the beginning when the chorus catches a breath. It’s difficult to hear if you are caught in the beauty of the song, but now that…
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How Books Resemble Flowers
Writing a story is like growing a flower in the sense that you can’t rush it. The plant won’t bloom if you don’t give it the care it requires: some need more water, others…
A Night of Mist and Questioning
I walk in mist One chilly night, When sorrow-clouds Eclipse the light. They fill my lungs In every breath With loaded air Tasting of death. The street lights wonder, “Who is she?”— They’ve never…
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autumn’s roses
which holy garden could have been mother to roses of such sheen? slumbering in the promise sweet of a september soon to greet— autumn so painless, they’ll forget the scorching summer lives on yet.…
-
Life & Flowers
I stepped out today to find all of my flowers had bloomed. Gathering some into a vase, I realized why it’s important to wait for certain things—and to appreciate what’s going on during the…
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The Old, Grieving Garden
Wildflowers spring to life where they will As, above, the sun sets on my sorrow. I didn’t think that I had tears to cry still. This sadness will last well into the morrow. The…
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A Night of Mist and Questioning
I walk in mist One chilly night, When sorrow-clouds Eclipse the light. They fill my lungs In every breath With loaded air Tasting of death. The street lights wonder, “Who is she?”— They’ve never…
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Starlight & Streetlight
With stars and Streetlights Guiding me, I got lost all the same. Searching for The sunrise, I Heard whispers Of my name. Heavenly Dance slows for Nobody, Poets and sleepers alike. Starlight and Streetlight…
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Time & Space
Eternity Passes, like Dregs of the Milky Way Trickling through Space. Cosmic Light fades in The heat of Ancient Sun.
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The Grudge
What am I going to do when the season ends and my flowers begin to die? How will I cope when I go outside in the morning and, instead of seeing a new darling…
-
The Breath
In Hozier’s Work Song, I noticed a point in the beginning when the chorus catches a breath. It’s difficult to hear if you are caught in the beauty of the song, but now that…
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How Books Resemble Flowers
Writing a story is like growing a flower in the sense that you can’t rush it. The plant won’t bloom if you don’t give it the care it requires: some need more water, others…
Starlight & Streetlight
With stars and Streetlights Guiding me, I got lost all the same. Searching for The sunrise, I Heard whispers Of my name. Heavenly Dance slows for Nobody, Poets and sleepers alike. Starlight and Streetlight…
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autumn’s roses
which holy garden could have been mother to roses of such sheen? slumbering in the promise sweet of a september soon to greet— autumn so painless, they’ll forget the scorching summer lives on yet.…
-
Life & Flowers
I stepped out today to find all of my flowers had bloomed. Gathering some into a vase, I realized why it’s important to wait for certain things—and to appreciate what’s going on during the…
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The Old, Grieving Garden
Wildflowers spring to life where they will As, above, the sun sets on my sorrow. I didn’t think that I had tears to cry still. This sadness will last well into the morrow. The…
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A Night of Mist and Questioning
I walk in mist One chilly night, When sorrow-clouds Eclipse the light. They fill my lungs In every breath With loaded air Tasting of death. The street lights wonder, “Who is she?”— They’ve never…
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Starlight & Streetlight
With stars and Streetlights Guiding me, I got lost all the same. Searching for The sunrise, I Heard whispers Of my name. Heavenly Dance slows for Nobody, Poets and sleepers alike. Starlight and Streetlight…
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Time & Space
Eternity Passes, like Dregs of the Milky Way Trickling through Space. Cosmic Light fades in The heat of Ancient Sun.
-
The Grudge
What am I going to do when the season ends and my flowers begin to die? How will I cope when I go outside in the morning and, instead of seeing a new darling…
-
The Breath
In Hozier’s Work Song, I noticed a point in the beginning when the chorus catches a breath. It’s difficult to hear if you are caught in the beauty of the song, but now that…
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How Books Resemble Flowers
Writing a story is like growing a flower in the sense that you can’t rush it. The plant won’t bloom if you don’t give it the care it requires: some need more water, others…
Time & Space
Eternity Passes, like Dregs of the Milky Way Trickling through Space. Cosmic Light fades in The heat of Ancient Sun.
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autumn’s roses
which holy garden could have been mother to roses of such sheen? slumbering in the promise sweet of a september soon to greet— autumn so painless, they’ll forget the scorching summer lives on yet.…
-
Life & Flowers
I stepped out today to find all of my flowers had bloomed. Gathering some into a vase, I realized why it’s important to wait for certain things—and to appreciate what’s going on during the…
-
The Old, Grieving Garden
Wildflowers spring to life where they will As, above, the sun sets on my sorrow. I didn’t think that I had tears to cry still. This sadness will last well into the morrow. The…
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A Night of Mist and Questioning
I walk in mist One chilly night, When sorrow-clouds Eclipse the light. They fill my lungs In every breath With loaded air Tasting of death. The street lights wonder, “Who is she?”— They’ve never…
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Starlight & Streetlight
With stars and Streetlights Guiding me, I got lost all the same. Searching for The sunrise, I Heard whispers Of my name. Heavenly Dance slows for Nobody, Poets and sleepers alike. Starlight and Streetlight…
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Time & Space
Eternity Passes, like Dregs of the Milky Way Trickling through Space. Cosmic Light fades in The heat of Ancient Sun.
-
The Grudge
What am I going to do when the season ends and my flowers begin to die? How will I cope when I go outside in the morning and, instead of seeing a new darling…
-
The Breath
In Hozier’s Work Song, I noticed a point in the beginning when the chorus catches a breath. It’s difficult to hear if you are caught in the beauty of the song, but now that…
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How Books Resemble Flowers
Writing a story is like growing a flower in the sense that you can’t rush it. The plant won’t bloom if you don’t give it the care it requires: some need more water, others…
The Grudge
What am I going to do when the season ends and my flowers begin to die? How will I cope when I go outside in the morning and, instead of seeing a new darling…
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autumn’s roses
which holy garden could have been mother to roses of such sheen? slumbering in the promise sweet of a september soon to greet— autumn so painless, they’ll forget the scorching summer lives on yet.…
-
Life & Flowers
I stepped out today to find all of my flowers had bloomed. Gathering some into a vase, I realized why it’s important to wait for certain things—and to appreciate what’s going on during the…
-
The Old, Grieving Garden
Wildflowers spring to life where they will As, above, the sun sets on my sorrow. I didn’t think that I had tears to cry still. This sadness will last well into the morrow. The…
-
A Night of Mist and Questioning
I walk in mist One chilly night, When sorrow-clouds Eclipse the light. They fill my lungs In every breath With loaded air Tasting of death. The street lights wonder, “Who is she?”— They’ve never…
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Starlight & Streetlight
With stars and Streetlights Guiding me, I got lost all the same. Searching for The sunrise, I Heard whispers Of my name. Heavenly Dance slows for Nobody, Poets and sleepers alike. Starlight and Streetlight…
-
Time & Space
Eternity Passes, like Dregs of the Milky Way Trickling through Space. Cosmic Light fades in The heat of Ancient Sun.
-
The Grudge
What am I going to do when the season ends and my flowers begin to die? How will I cope when I go outside in the morning and, instead of seeing a new darling…
-
The Breath
In Hozier’s Work Song, I noticed a point in the beginning when the chorus catches a breath. It’s difficult to hear if you are caught in the beauty of the song, but now that…
-
How Books Resemble Flowers
Writing a story is like growing a flower in the sense that you can’t rush it. The plant won’t bloom if you don’t give it the care it requires: some need more water, others…
The Breath
In Hozier’s Work Song, I noticed a point in the beginning when the chorus catches a breath. It’s difficult to hear if you are caught in the beauty of the song, but now that…
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autumn’s roses
which holy garden could have been mother to roses of such sheen? slumbering in the promise sweet of a september soon to greet— autumn so painless, they’ll forget the scorching summer lives on yet.…
-
Life & Flowers
I stepped out today to find all of my flowers had bloomed. Gathering some into a vase, I realized why it’s important to wait for certain things—and to appreciate what’s going on during the…
-
The Old, Grieving Garden
Wildflowers spring to life where they will As, above, the sun sets on my sorrow. I didn’t think that I had tears to cry still. This sadness will last well into the morrow. The…
-
A Night of Mist and Questioning
I walk in mist One chilly night, When sorrow-clouds Eclipse the light. They fill my lungs In every breath With loaded air Tasting of death. The street lights wonder, “Who is she?”— They’ve never…
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Starlight & Streetlight
With stars and Streetlights Guiding me, I got lost all the same. Searching for The sunrise, I Heard whispers Of my name. Heavenly Dance slows for Nobody, Poets and sleepers alike. Starlight and Streetlight…
-
Time & Space
Eternity Passes, like Dregs of the Milky Way Trickling through Space. Cosmic Light fades in The heat of Ancient Sun.
-
The Grudge
What am I going to do when the season ends and my flowers begin to die? How will I cope when I go outside in the morning and, instead of seeing a new darling…
-
The Breath
In Hozier’s Work Song, I noticed a point in the beginning when the chorus catches a breath. It’s difficult to hear if you are caught in the beauty of the song, but now that…
-
How Books Resemble Flowers
Writing a story is like growing a flower in the sense that you can’t rush it. The plant won’t bloom if you don’t give it the care it requires: some need more water, others…
How Books Resemble Flowers
Writing a story is like growing a flower in the sense that you can’t rush it. The plant won’t bloom if you don’t give it the care it requires: some need more water, others…
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Mariella Hunt
The Tearoom
Mariella Hunt 