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my open gates

made by the hand of kris kramer at the silver pendant. textured and full under the open sky. my open gate leads to what, i don't know. but even the grass swirls and curls in joy for the journey. received today, these now hang from my ears and my hand reaches up and feels the road. the reminder that i am here to be. so beautiful and i can't believe they are mine!

me and my shadow

i love the perky ear shadow behind him.

maybe i was wrong

i was enchanted by the photos of the white stuff, falling everywhere but here. desperate for a bit of fluff. to step deep into winter and give myself to it.
but i was wrong. this little chocolate vine, new last spring, popped up and said hi, reminding me that i don't live in the dormant. i live for the spring.

what stress will getcha

between the cracks

 

i fell between the cracks

lost in the peek

off track 

but i think 

i am 

back

warning