Air condensed into fog, folding its wings for one to fly up stairs of cloud. To the left and right, hydrangeas blossomed out of snow, relating what they held mute through winter. Where stars burned, vapors parted gently and drank in the signals in silence. Evanescence held a veil over speech in these mists. One's… Continue reading Impromptu

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Cupping Time

Years ago, growing up and doing a lot of reading, I would often get bored with long monologues .Today I'm ashamed of the fact that not having the heart to skip them, I used to skim over them, which I found to be a more conscience-friendly way of helping them out that other ear. Things… Continue reading Cupping Time