Teresa Elde
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for HimA Story by Teresa EldeFor Him, the ebb and flow of the Atlantic tides, the pace of morning mists, the speed with which my nights passed or did not pass, and the very path o.. |
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Like Roses and OceansA Story by Teresa EldeBruises bloom a lot like roses: from the center out as the blood vessels fray. Deep blues accented with green northern lights: their beauty had me cra.. |
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IraA Story by Teresa EldeGoddesses and queens, their places in the world are built upon unstable ground. |