There is no row upon which to walk
in the dark of night
alone
without the grip of lantern’s light
Seeking solace
lone
The heart unfolds a floral sight
creating reverence
for The Crone
Garden Gloves
Mare Martell
Abide with The Dude
There is no row upon which to walk
in the dark of night
alone
without the grip of lantern’s light
Seeking solace
lone
The heart unfolds a floral sight
creating reverence
for The Crone
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Life is a patchwork of moments — laughter, solitude, everyday joys, and quiet aches. Through scribbled stories, I explore travels both far and inward, from sunrise over unfamiliar streets to the comfort of home. This is life as I see it, captured in ink and memory. Stick around; let's wander together.
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