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“Hoof and horn hoof and horn whatever dies shall be reborn. Corn and grain corn and grain all that falls shall rise again.” Blessing of Lughnasa

Trapped between the girl who was supposed to stick to the script and the woman who has a whole lot to say sometimes the only thing left to do is watch the sunset.


The beauty of everything sinks into my skin and now that I’m older even the air touching me feels like an invitation to live. A soft caress and a gentle hope that promises something as beautiful and prismatic as this view.


Within these societal expectations I’m not trapped just strangely framed and unlike my foremothers I can move and speak. I can see.


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