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It’s all right to be anything—every shape, every form.Creativity in the skyteaching us how to changewithout breaking. A body walking toward peace,like waves spending their own force,like a symphony risingwithout a single center.A world leaning toward equity—strength learning restraint,weakness discovering … Continue reading →

I look at myself—not at what I did,but at the thin current under it,what carried me throughthree hundred sixty-five turns. All day people prepare.Some will climb a hillto meet the year’s first light.Others will watch a silver ballfall on a … Continue reading →

The flies come thick, fevered— drawn to what softens, fades.“Eat, drink, be merry,” they murmur—“for tomorrow, you vanish.”Their hum coils around a bowl of bone,a whisper threading through the marrow’s wind. From every corner they gather—pale ones, dark ones, the … Continue reading →