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Category: Session XI
harvest time
The grass is brown and dying, fires are blazing across mountaintops, a layer of brown crawls over the sky... Signs that the soothing rain of autumn is coming, and our world is preparing itself for new growth, It's time to reap the fruit of summer, to make sure that new seeds are sowed.
of trees and leaving
I always thought that I was meant to run, to float, to fly far far away and yet every time I feel poised to make that leap there's comes something or somethings, someone or someones, who make me feel like staying. I have long lived in fear of roots, afraid that they might choke me, … Continue reading of trees and leaving
half-sleep
I turn around, pushing my back against her warmth and I lay there without any expectation that she will wrap her arms around me; only hope. And I think that is the beautiful helplessness of love.
