A Quilted Memory
“Winter my dear would be cold without warm memories.” Flakes fall― a spectacle through the window warm glögi cupped between my hands ember coals in the room giv...
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Enfoldment
Winter enfolds my many faces soothes scars left by scorching words darkness a refuge. But come spring― call me by any name and I will let go of dead weight shed...
The Enchantress
endowed with nine tails, she shapes her world. shape-shifting powers ignite fires in arms of suitors a dream manifests past and future illusion of the grandeur ...