wild woman
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The forest becomes a sanctuary where grief, rosemary, moonlight, and survival all speak the same old language.
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The women they called dangerous were often simply the ones who learned to survive without asking permission.
A poetry library for the things that bruise us, the things that bloom anyway, and everything we become in between.
The forest becomes a sanctuary where grief, rosemary, moonlight, and survival all speak the same old language.
The women they called dangerous were often simply the ones who learned to survive without asking permission.