in progress...

[daughterofeve03]

sometimes icecream feels like a warm winter day in Alabama, in January and I think about the blonde angel sitting in mexico painting to heal, and healing to paint. Not for the cancer, but for herself, and the cancer happened to be both real and metaphorical. and metaphysical. I keep thinking about shards of glass and tire tracks. She made her own

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[afireinside345]

I give you wings - whether they are for death or flight makes no difference.

[daughterofeve03]

I will have to tell you the story of the woman in this post. It is quite an amazing one. And you can't give me wings. I have to make them myself.