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Her name was August and I had loved her since we were kids.
She had loved me too, I think, for a while. Until she found the sky and the stars and the infinity that lived inside of her. Then, she only loved her galaxies, nebulae, flights of wonder and fire, comets that burned your skin, and moons like silver dust on your tongue. Locked constellations.
And me, well, I could only live like a gnome stuck between the roots of a tree.
She had loved me too, I think, for a while. Until she found the sky and the stars and the infinity that lived inside of her. Then, she only loved her galaxies, nebulae, flights of wonder and fire, comets that burned your skin, and moons like silver dust on your tongue. Locked constellations.
And me, well, I could only live like a gnome stuck between the roots of a tree.
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p.s. Thank you for all of your nice words, as always. the mean a lot to me xxx
Oh, this piece is gorgeous, love. Your words are addicting. You yourself create such beautiful worlds.
ReplyDelete(I, too, have piles and piles of worlds to uncover hidden away in pages. It's irritatingly wonderful.)
xoxo
What a perfect beginning the the month. I have recently begun to tackle my piles of unread books, and they are already proving to be enchanting. There's such promise in an unread book.
ReplyDeleteGrace and peace,
Kinnery x
your blog is too pretty for my eyes.
ReplyDeletei want my life to be in all those pictures. i know it could be better that way.
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you are wonderful. lovely post. xxx
ReplyDeleteIt's beautiful. I wish I could be part of your world.
ReplyDeleteSends you a million fairy kisses,
Lili xxx
You are truly lovely dearest swan <3
ReplyDeletexx and hugs
Jhordyn
So lovely. x
ReplyDeleteyou create such beautiful artwork! I truly believe magic runs through your veins
ReplyDeletexx Carina
Amazing! I love the little story; the contrast between space and nature is a wonderful aspect to end on :)
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