Letting Life Lead
We gawked at the cold, avant-garde chandelier. Clear, glass tubes sharpened to icicle points crowded together forming a spiral dangling from invisible wire.
“Oh, at around 2800 degrees.”
Daddy mumbled, “Or if Uncle Sebastian talks to it.”
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
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Writer and procrastinator
Warden of Words // Shaper of Stories
Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
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Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV