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Embodied Voice

Embodied Voice

Embodied Voice : : A STORY OF BECOMING : : As a child, all through primary school, I was provoked and teased for my emotions ~ somehow I hadn’t learned to hide them like everyone else, so they were still very alive, easily called to the surface. So in order to protect...
Autumn Grief

Autumn Grief

The flowers have all faded, the seeds scattered to the wind and to be swallowed by the ground; the moisture has evaporated and leaves burnt by the sun hang on by a mere thread before casting themselves off to die and become mulch and eventually new soil…

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