my name is hope.
April 2024
Here, it doesn't know when to stop!
recently I stopped on a south-facing hillside to admire the view of a river serpentining away towards the ocean
February 27th 11:37 PM: It was the middle of the night when at least twenty deer came out upon the meadow to graze, gazing down at me with sad, round eyes. Their pointed hooves quilted the snow like a pillow. I moved so as not to disturb them, the moon shined her cold light upon their curved backs, making a forest of crossed antler shadows on snow. I soon realized they were from the world, but not of it as the dream revealed itself.
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