I live on shallow breathsa sigh here and a gulp therehurried but silent the people on TV oftenteach the art of breathingi n h…

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I live on shallow breathsa sigh here and a gulp therehurried but silent the people on TV oftenteach the art of breathingi n h…
I will never know my mother as she once wasa dreamy teenager, taming stormsĀ in her long serpentine hair envisaging dreams too big to hold…
I inherited a green thumb from my mother and her mother, long lost in time my earth-stained hands nurture life embedding pieces of my…
the moon is a s l i v e rof magic tonightagainst the dramatic r p l o u u e l dp c …
All my life, I didn’t pay attention to the wolves laughing behind my backI was engrossed trying to build a castle – from crumblesa…
Khwahish – deepest longing or desire. Yearning. My younger self would probably cringe at how hopelessly romantic I have become. That this 30-something woman…