Replant

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We're born and we grow.
The wind brings us hints of wonders beyond our home.
We are carried to amazing places and pick up bruises along the way.
We are put into buildings and away from sunlight and fresh air.
Looked on with love, it is clear that we are not where we belong.
We are returned for a fresh start.
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soulkiller:
Dammmmmmmnnnn

Butterfly Blind

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Sunlit honey maple…

bronze colored prisms.

Those are the first few lines of a poem called “My Hair” in “Finger My Pages”, a book written by Carrie, a wonderfully talented artist.If you get a chance to read her book (and you really should) or sign up for her Patreon “Tits and Giggles” (totally worth it) - you will see a woman that explores the...
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