In the eye of a hurricane there is quiet.
Is the line I'm reminded of by my own mind.
Betrayal from the soul's windows isn't an option, is it?
No, because even the purity of the skies won't shatter my shields.
If even in the incomprehensible outwardness of my "joy"
I feel incomprehensibly, inward and small
Then how am I to place trust in the palm of the hands I shake
The bows I take in the spotlight that sends me naked falling from the galaxies?
Why should I?
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About the Creator
Ruby Red
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The Ritual of Winter Challenge Winners
Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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