they look like dreams;
“My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t know that they are naked there is something burning…
blossoms
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Still I Rise
Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did…
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spring afternoons + maternity leave
After what felt like the never-ending winter, spring is finally springing around here. Mother nature has been doing a little…
