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Soul to Suit
Category: Mythstitch
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Mora’s Wood
The first time she killed something, it hurt. A single ax isa tool of reckoning. She was to small to handle it but the fire was hungry and she was alone. Her tiny hands gripped the beast. She swung the weapon hard. Over and over again. Dizzy and defeated, Mora fell to the ground in… Continue reading Mora’s Wood
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When he told her she would die alone
Twins
I was in Egypt and you were hopping a bus.I was stranded there.With you and without you. I know why now. When we shed,our transgressions go too. Twin fires burn under the same moon.
On Speaking with the Dear
I have the good fortune to meet with a couple of these fine deer on a regular basis. They greet me in the early mornings and meander in for the occasional sunset. I watch them, they know me. They renew me. Once they showed up, I knew I couldn't leave.
A Monumental Return
A lot of my work is focused on the rise of the mother and the huntress. A matriarchal return to what was and what might have been. Suppression can penetrate the surface but it won't break ground. In the end, we are of the same root and we will protect it. She is on the… Continue reading A Monumental Return
Shattered
Quip: Compose
Stitchteller's Keep 
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