Musings

Narcissus by Caracaggio

The Stories We Serve

If I’ve learned anything from my work as a writer, healer and human, it’s that we are all storytellers. Think of the countless stories wafting

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Animal Space

Oh muse,how you fix at me with sleepy eyes your tail a pendulum, back and forthcleaving bloated minutes on the brink(always on the brink)of the

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