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Life in blues.
The wandering peacock in all its vivaciousness colour
Its primary life is in vivacity
We rise to bathe in nila blues
the sea a healing indigo and salt to cleanse all spirits
here I am - with oil from the argan tree and rosemary in glass bottles for the hair,
with all its vitality and power it goes on and on
Rosewater and rosehip to kiss the face and blush as beautiful as th...
Wednesday 30th April 2025 6:09 am
Endplace
One of a firepit, another a grotto
A low, dim mist leaks from between hills like the Milky Way erupted
From deep below
The earth was warm and its emerald undertone became glossy beneath the ice
And ochre paint of daffodils smears with browned frost
The home itself is but a disorganized cabin
With its heavy vines sewn throughout pine beams
And all the world is quiet but fo...
Thursday 30th September 2021 2:10 am
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