Elizabeth Clifford
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Observer of life
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Between Right Now
You may be wondering why I am lying in the back of my car at golden hour, with the sounds of wind-swept trees to keep me company. The cark park is bleak and the entrance to the National Park is overgrown. I’d driven without direction to land here and stared at the forgotten trail with its unreadable green sign for a solid twenty minutes. It was the kind of signage you can find at any Queensland mountain, park or trail that’s been kicking around since the 90’s. Green, wooden, carved and in a font that is too cute to be council imposed. I knew the minute I saw the entrance that this was a place I could rest.
By Elizabeth Clifford4 years ago in Motivation
Unnatural Order
Dust does not fall like snow, gentle and purposeful towards the ground. Dust does not believe in gravity. Dust is directionless, it falls and floats, mixes and turns. Fine dust in the air can haze everything in earthy tones. Sand sized dust glitters in the warm morning glow as I ponder what to do with my day. Whether it’s even necessary that something be done.
By Elizabeth Clifford4 years ago in Poets
Perfect Pair
I use this recipe when I want to impress people. Food brings people together, in celebration and in mourning. I’ve always felt that cooking is what I most had to offer in life. No matter the type of person, circumstance or energy, food is an offering in a language everyone understands and is guaranteed to make a positive impression.
By Elizabeth Clifford4 years ago in Fiction
