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whitegardeniawitch · 3 months
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whitegardeniawitch · 4 months
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Still some pretty days during Winter ❄️
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whitegardeniawitch · 4 months
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Our hearts are fragile
Easy to break
With innocent eyes
There's plenty at stake
But when they are broken
We're told to be strong
To pick up the pieces
Keep moving along
With our broken pieces
We'll bind them together
With a hopefully mind
That they'll surely teather
But someone will come
And rip off those binds
And take our heart fragments
And crush them and grind
Until our little hearts
Once whole and pure
Are no more than sand
With no shiny lure
And no one will want us
We're treated like mud
With the hand we've been dealt
We'll boil our blood
The fire and rage will battle within
With a little magic we'll start to begin
To heat and mold our pile of sand
With fire inside and a gentle hand
When others have taken what was once our heart
And ground it to dust, we'll turn it to art
With blood boiled in our veins
We'll make it stained glass
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whitegardeniawitch · 4 months
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Perishable pleasures
There's something special about the beauty of food
Not just the community it creates
I mean the stunning visuals of the things we consume
The visions we make on a plate
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whitegardeniawitch · 4 months
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The snow is coming
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whitegardeniawitch · 4 months
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I wonder what's out there
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whitegardeniawitch · 4 months
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Casa Navás by Lluís Domènech i Montaner (Reus /Spain)
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whitegardeniawitch · 4 months
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A Chinook brought warmth to Canada and the snow melted. Don't worry, it'll be back when the winds leave
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whitegardeniawitch · 4 months
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Sketching with a broken arm is a whole different ballgame
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whitegardeniawitch · 4 months
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whitegardeniawitch · 4 months
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If you're a spark
Then I'll be dried moss
To give you a home
So you feel no loss
If you are a flame
Then I'll be a twig
I'll let you burn me
So you can get big
When you're a fire
I'll be cut wood
So you can keep growing
Just like I should
And when you are burning,
burning
And burning
I'll be a forest
To keep you from yearning
For things to consume
And more to destroy
You'll turn me to ashes
Just like you enjoy
But still I will give you
My body, my soul
For a hope against hope
That you make me whole.
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whitegardeniawitch · 4 months
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Good sleep
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whitegardeniawitch · 4 months
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Organized my set supplies
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Attempting to clear my head by working in a new location. I doubt it'll work but it's better than sitting at home banging my head against a wall. At least here social pressure stops me from looking like I'm not busy
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