
Willow Cinders
Joined June 2022
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Love: In All Uncertain Terms
Love... I don’t even know what it is anymore. I thought it was that obsessive feeling that you get when you feel completely enamored with someone, where they occupy your every waking thought. I thought love was desire, I thought love was passion.
By Willow Cinders2 years ago in Poets
It Lurks Among the Pine
As I write this, the mountains seem so dark and damp from the freshly fallen snow; too early in the season to settle on the forest floor. Incandescent yellows and fiery orange leaves climb the mountainside in broad strokes among the primarily piney wood.
By Willow Cinders3 years ago in Fiction







