We are star stuff borne into the cosmos and led astray by compulsions. Mother–the light of a billion billion infinities–calls her children home, and we chase flame and comet, seeking the way back. For this, death’s nebulous tunnels forever beckon.
writing, traveling, and tap dancing around town.
Leave your fear of the dark at the door, suspend your disbelief and come on in...
Writer and procrastinator
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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.
Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
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I LOVE that first line, Tara!
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Thanks π I think Imoved that sentence six times before plunking it first. LOL
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I love the sense of movement in this, flying back and forth across the cosmos.
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Thank you. I really struggled with this prompt, but I’m glad that something worked π
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Whoa, Tara! You have such an incredible way with words!
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Thanks bunches! This was a hard one. I think I got it in my head that I wanted to use the words star stuff and nebula. Hah. That kind of gets in my way sometimes.
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