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| from my studio... |
blank textured cards - thirsty for words,
transparent buttons and crystal clusters,
a corset to be worn with white leather gloves,
colorless miniature buildings,
framed porcelain seeds waiting to bloom,
a fallen tree birthed into something new,
an empty box ready to hold memories,
bleached banana leaves and a single brave feather,
tiny fingerprint pebbles,
an ivory talisman that rested upon her heart,
a sculpture that whispers - WOMAN, you have WINGS, now FLY...
from my journals
