Maybe we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love.
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bellesandghosts:
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THE STORYTELLER By Lauren Elrick her script blooms, lacing words to enlist a fate-foraging people, weaving language to hail beauty where beauty is due. flowering chronicle, her diction, soft yet large braids story...
bravend:
“ b r a v e n d
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calmh:
“ c a l m h
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fahdes:
“ Sometimes you just have to jump out the window and grow wings on the way down.  — Ray Bradbury  ”
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In November, people are good to each other. They carry pies to each other’s homes and talk by crackling woodstoves, sipping mellow cider. They travel very far on a special November day just to share a meal with one another and to give thanks for their many blessings - for the food on their tables and the babies in their arms.
clublunae:
“ club lunae
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