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#19: The Young One Speaks Up
I see myself a baby bird, tucked inside a nest. A nest of feathers and twigs and things, a womb of human rest. Buried deep inside the fluff, the fortress
#13: Home is Where…
Home is an important word for me– an important concept, an important place. Ever since I was young, I’ve relished the opportunity to create a home and decorate it just
#11: Water Yearning to Be Free
Some days require more space to be sad a grandfather clock tick tocks back to bed. there’s time for worn blankets and warm cups of tea time to listen to
There’s Nothing Left in Paradise
A fire can burn a hole in the ground in the shape of a root, of a twisted, gnarled thing that once was the source of life for a tree.
A Place to Call Home
“Where do you live, exactly?” “We’re living in a commune. Sort of.” “What do you mean, a commune?” My mother pries. “Well, it’s a community of little houses- casitas– on
