Space Time
Abundance of stars.
Each glimmer a time capsule,
frozen in space time.
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Abbey June Schwartz
Love. Life. Art. Gratitude.
All stories, challenges, poems and the like are created in the spirit of healing from the perspective of the convalescent. I have been through some stuff and journaling for mental health is boring. Here I am.
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The Dryads are Calling
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooperabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
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