yesterday i was on a plane and looked across the aisle at a beautiful woman. she was round in every way a woman could be, a round soft chin, round […]
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why i stopped plucking/letting my brows grow
my sister autumn and i have been in a conversation for a while about letting our brows grow out. we touched on it again and last night and wrote down […]
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a poem on purpose
(written by hand on plane, transcribed with a cacophony of frog songs all around me) i am often now looking into beauty wherever i am seeing a falling down around […]