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They were packrats. They were packrats who built their lives up. They were packrats who built their lives up around musted mouldy smudged and piled..

After the fallout we could no longer recognize the land masses that lay before us. Upon a time I was a cartographer of the spaces between our words..

a sestina

the heel throbs against the stone each time she lifts and falls- ball, change, ball, change, she can feel the blood congealing inside her wh..

I wrote a dream for you, Sister, and hid it between the pages of the ages and the winds. I watched you dancing in the rain, watched your court..

Sadie Grace Writing