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An abandoned house becomes a green witch’s cathedral, where ivy writes spells and smoke rises beside a single flame.
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A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
An abandoned house becomes a green witch’s cathedral, where ivy writes spells and smoke rises beside a single flame.
Between Bruises & Blooms 