
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.
Words, images & collages tossed from a window.
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
authors inspirations
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
Pen to paper
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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