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Let there be light: on Sascha’s deformed rib cage on Renee’s last words to her murderer on every human. Let there be light on every human, & if light feels like a blessing, wherever light feels like a blessing, let there be light. Let there be light on every human, & if light feels like… Continue reading Let There Be Light
I'm not, but I look taller. And I'm not blonde anymore because I never actually was. When I see her in pictures I do not recognize her even though I know her so deeply. I know her in patterns and seasons and context that she does not yet. I love her for every reason I… Continue reading A short story
How dare we all? Go into that night, at all. We who create all the meaning there ever was, and is, and is to come. We who carry life heavy, because it is, and see everything by light, because we are (made of stars). We who compose cities of stars, but don't know, or don't… Continue reading Night
The darkest place I've ever been was the center of your love for me. Eventually my eyes adjusted so I could see such white washed walls, tall windows pointing to a steeple pointing to a god who gripped you with a fear you gripped me with, too. I thought I knew more than I did,… Continue reading The stars, a light.
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