“But the wind is us—it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields”
*** by Polina Washington
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“But the wind is us—it gathers and remembers all our voices, then sends them talking and telling through the leaves and the fields”
*** by Polina Washington
laurie anne - the gardener’s girl
Oh how to be more ghost-like…
Helaena C Moon @ http://hapless-hollow.tumblr.com/ (via sad-house-of-mortality)
treebeard, the lord of the rings
1900s french lace cape / black arches moth
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One Slow Sunday
settlenorfolk
“I shall conduct the ‘dead’ and lend a hand for the revenge of people in mutual hatred. Come sing for me…”
mettebogwald
Little Women (2019)
by Elizabeth Johnson-Wold
offering little prayers,
with every step forward,
and a curse for every glance backward.
"what is growth" I ask
and the vine says This
and reaches skyward,
and the root says This
and reaches deeper,
but I take another step,
and pray, "this, this".
She is raw and soft like rabbit hide. Her hands are small, her eyes are wide.
She is hard and hungry like a fox's tooth. Her hands are eager, her eyes are sly.
Imagine baking fresh bread as the autumn air flows in through the open window of your own cottage, the smell of herbs and flowers from your garden ride on the crisp breeze, just imagine.
The Nutcracker | Birmingham Royal Ballet