Winter blossoms hide in the smoke.
Read MoreI remember more than this existence allows for.
Read MoreIt’s all just smoke and bones she said. I turned to respond but she had never been there.
Read MoreWe carry out the necessary rituals but we can never meet. Leaves and magic circles.
Read MoreDrawing patterns in the stones. Rituals to find grounding in nature.
Read MoreThe evolution of the starfish teasel.
Read MoreReflected and ephemeral.
Read MoreFading like smoke but I shine like a star.
Read MoreCreating patterns from chaos to enable the chaos inside to subside.
Read MoreCreating patterns from nature. Imposing order where none belongs.
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