Driftwood

Just as a child will eventually cease its cries, so too, every storm will pass, and so it was that upon still waters a piece of driftwood found itself idling toward the cave opening. Millipedes and beetles went about their respective business untroubled as the inconspicuous fragment passed them by and thick roots continued their... Continue Reading →

Gossamer

Plump tears fall upon hollowed cheeks as Caroline concedes the contrary nature of living.  That it has taken pulling upon the fine cord of her own mortality for the world to reveal its beauty; a reluctant blushing bride.  Or maybe it is nothing more than a cheap parlor trick, or worse, a desperate plea for... Continue Reading →

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