The morning was cluttered with the detritus of the night before, but the softly speaking cacophony tipped its balance... so I fled to the woods. In her heart, I found the peace I have fought for, and all the Vaettir came to hold me. As I passed rock and acorn from dirt to palm, I found the little solutions are often the most profound... Perhaps my heart can rest with me in this land of towering giants, and I can breath a deeper breath
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PoetryI've collected a lot of works I have made for me and thrown them into a mess of empathic poetry I have done for others.
