Nothing like a horse

If there was anything else to drink, we would happily forget how the rain is made and never again believe in the colour blue.

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By the lake

In another life, all I would do is find new names for the colour green, and it would be enough.

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The unboxing

There are things I'm hoping to find when the dust settles, and I tick them off like a grocery list I made when I still believed there could be a way to fill this house with light. Oranges, for the way I felt when busses took me to places I couldn't name, purified water for... Continue Reading →

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