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Gold glue fills the cracks
Between who I used to be
And who I am now
About the Creator
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Life will find a way
One cocoon twitches; my screaming must have disturbed it. It’s followed by a sound like the shaking of a cobra’s tail. A dry rattle sends a shiver down my spine. The rest of the cocoons respond the same way, as if communicating with one another; the cave fills with rattling. The glow becomes stronger as they vibrate and bathes the cave floor in an eerie blue light.
By N J Delmas3 days ago in Chapters
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Absolutely love this! Beautiful job!
Loooooooooooooove this one, Joelle!! 💙⚱️
I used to love to visit museums and studios where you could see classic examples of this type of pottery. Thank you for invoking those memories... ;)