I’m at the blue stage
Our hearts far away, mourning
Music hugs the void
A rambling Curious George who just doesn’t stop writing, doesn’t stop thinking, and never stops exploring.
Feel free to tag along in my pursuit of wonders. 🪐🎨
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Reading subscribers this morning and there is a whole lot of blue! How will they make this decision?
More stories from 𝒟𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝒲. and writers in Poets and other communities.
Padded history Each blue thread tells a story Sewed in deep glory
By 𝒟𝒶𝒾𝓈𝒽𝒶 𝒲.3 years ago in Poets
I’m tired of existing, of this body that lives without you. I'm tired of a pulse being the only signifier that I'm alive.
By Daniel Kabout 18 hours ago in Poets
❤️ 我爱你 > Wǒ ài nǐ! > I love you! “I’ve got memories and travel like gypsies in the night . . And a thousand times I’ve seen this road . . .” Alice Merton❤️
By SAMURAI SAM AND WILD DRAGONS5 days ago in Poets
It looked like turning out hot again as Mini-Flash Juniper and Flashsatsumas proceeded along the camp’s bustling plaza bright and early.
By Doc Sherwooda day ago in Chapters
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Reading subscribers this morning and there is a whole lot of blue! How will they make this decision?