poetry
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Transitions in Late Spring
The southeast met me with air heavy with humidity, magnolias in bloom, and the ubiquitous smell of wild honey suckle. It met with all the memories of who I once was in light of who I am becoming. Refusing to… Continue reading
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Waning pink sunset through the hazy humid sky warms the rolling hills. Continue reading
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Tyler Knott: Root
tylerknott: I think she has roots in the soles of her feetand when she walksshe plants herself into the earthand lets the earth take hold of her.I think if you listened close enoughfor long enoughyou could just make out the… Continue reading
Becca Kello 