Tag: perspectives
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Narcissus
Spring flowers. And those who speak in swathes—almost entirely about themselves. Scented-sweet, until their dripping sap prickles at my skin and feels ugly. Envy marks me, before I am cast adrift. For I cannot reinforce their purported-truth-precipices. Lost reflections, too fathomless to acquiesce. Spring flowers.
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Views
Sometimes it’s difficult to know what to blog about. Like today. But I’ve promised both of us (you dear readers and myself) that I would write at least once a week (in this format). And being one for setting the bar at an acceptable level (aka not writing drivel for the sake of…
Iona Winter 