Laudamus Te
Beloved empty spaces
Red and ochre saints
Line the windows of a church
Older than the wind
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Daniel Bradbury
Big fan of long walks in the woods, rye Manhattans, Spanish literature, jazz, and vinyl records.
Lover of all things creepy and crawly.
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Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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Congratulations, Daniel, on your win; you paint a lovely picture!🍂
Love the use of "saints" and "ochre" 😁
congrats on your win, the imagery here is so striking. It truly brings tears to the eyes.
This is absolutely gorgeous - such a striking metaphor. Well-deserved recognition, congratulations Daniel - I really love this one. "A church older than the wind" in particular transports me somewhere so magical. :)
Wooohooooo congratulations on your win! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
I like the imagery of this scene. The tree standing in guard of the church, adorned by sainted leaves. Great job!
what an incredible picture you have painted...