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By AnonymTamara Rendell
A far horizon embraced by cloud like a nameless God beautiful and evaporating
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By AnonymTamara Rendell
Beneath the gentle gaze of a god turned in stone holding the dreaming wish of safety in our arms
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By AnonymTamara Rendell
Dreams are like the old stories where wolves are seekers always running, and women carry fire in their bare hands and light the dark paths before them. Old stories hold that the birds will fly all the miles of the world to tell your secrets to the rising moon, and men will walk over oceans of ice to find one truth.
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By AnonymTamara Rendell
My silence – this gentle frost turning slowly far beneath the skin
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By AnonymTamara Rendell
Strange to feel in flesh weaker than the skin of water hung over the long bones of the shoreline To feel as though drowning, still breathing, moving into logical tides and daybreaks
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By AnonymTamara Rendell
The fires of night through distance dance ghosts who still know how to sing
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By AnonymTamara Rendell
The storms inside uncoil into sky held calm by far seeing eyes Memories dressed in the translucent trickery of the mind, so as to wear life upon themselves, give up their tired dance and run into free frequency
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By AnonymTamara Rendell
We are all of life who stepped from the sea trading weightless journeys of the currents We are all of life who build and tear down and build again to find gold and silver to find scars that weep and bleed to step from the sea to stay with the sea
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By AnonymTamara Rendell
WINTER'S GHOST: Autumn moon incautious in the dark river Winter’s ghost walks with a covered face and silver bones wait in all animals to be bone cloth upon her shoulder wait for her happiness in that they are silver
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By AnonymTamara Rendell
You were the ocean and we were the land You lay down unflinching You lay down forgetting And you were the ocean and we were the land
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