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Y'all like this for a starter

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The Suffolk Tudor home of Susan Owens and Stephen Calloways. Photo by Christopher Horwood

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She paused, peering around just enough. She didn't sense any harm from the woman, and she found her voice to be oddly inviting. Despite how she looked, something about her was...captivating in a way. She walked over, sitting herself on the swing beside the woman as she swung herself a bit. "May I ask what your name is?" She asked softly.

She left David at home to rest while she went out on a simple stroll around. She's always visited this field before, and would even being David to the swings every once in a while. But when she saw a woman in the distance, hair matted, seemingly naked, she couldn't help but slowly make her way over. "Hey-are you alright?" She asked softly, trying to see if the woman was familiar. -Alessandra

The woman tilted her head at the voice, although not looking at her- possibly because of the old, dirty cloth around her eyes. "I am sitting." She replied, voice soft, like a hum. "Sit with me."

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I do believe that ghosts are real.

Ghosts are tragedies.

Ghosts are disasters.

Ghosts are the losses that we cannot comprehend.

Ghosts are the days when nations fall quiet in remembrance.

Ghosts are human history.

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

❛ What happened? ❜

❛ How are your injuries? ❜

❛ Just promise me you’ll stay here. ❜

❛ You can’t blame yourself. ❜

❛ You know I’m here for you, right? ❜

❛ I’ve never seen you like this before. ❜

❛ When I wake up, you won’t be there. ❜

❛ Okay. You get to leave now. ❜

❛ No. I don’t believe you. ❜

❛ Just.. put down the very sharp knife… ❜

❛ It wasn’t your fault. It hurts. ❜

❛ This isn’t you. ❜

❛ Stop it. ❜

❛ You should be resting. ❜

❛ Are you okay? Did they hurt you? ❜

❛ How can you act like that? ❜

❛ Then why are you still here? ❜

❛ Are you okay? ❜

❛ You can’t live in the past. You gotta move on. Let it go. ❜

❛ And when were you planning on telling me? ❜

❛ What are you, trying to give me a heart attack? ❜

❛ What’s wrong? What happened? ❜

❛ I thought we agreed that secrets are bad! ❜

❛ Sorry. Didn’t want to push any sore spots. ❜

❛ Everything okay? ❜

❛ Do you even know where you’re headed? ❜

❛ I can’t help you unless you talk to me. ❜

❛ Promise me you’re not gonna over-react. ❜

❛ It’s okay, it’s gonna be okay. ❜

❛ Whoa, what are you doing? ❜

❛ Why do you run from me? ❜

❛ You’re changing the subject. ❜

❛ It’s four o'clock in the morning, what are you doing? ❜

❛ You’re bleeding. ❜

❛ You gotta be more careful. ❜

❛ I meant… How are you holding up? ❜

❛ You’re avoiding my question. ❜

❛ I think the worst of it’s over now. ❜

❛ Don’t let fear keep you quiet. You have a voice so use it. ❜

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"Great." She replied, letting her wings take them into the sky.

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“Why don’t you just sit your beautiful self right there and tell me what’s wrong.”

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“I knew a girl who fought the sky. Who answered lightning with hurricanes. She met her match in him. I knew a girl who forgot about mercy. Punishment dripped from her fingertips as she executed the justice she desired. Cruelty blossomed in her chest. I knew a girl who was born in darkness. Her father was a monster and her mother a casual spectator. She made friends in the shadows and dreamt of the day. When she found light, she treasured it and cried, secretly, over the hope it held. I knew a girl who knew beauty. She wore crowns made from stars and eyes that glimmered like gold. She was regal, a face sculpted to be divine. I knew a girl who relearned how to love. Who found mistakes in the form of people and felt the edge of a dulled blade strike over and over at her chest. There was strength in her heart. It never stopped beating. But that girl became a Queen, and that Queen was a Goddess. Her history was not hers to tell.”

— to the storm Goddess, Queen of the Skies // L.H.Z

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Growing as a person.

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DORÉ, Gustave (1832-1883)

Fallen Angels Edd. Origg. (x x)  (Edd. Licc.: CC0 1.0)

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She smiled as eagle wings spread from her back and out to her sides. "You may have to hold onto more than just my hand..."

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“Why don’t you just sit your beautiful self right there and tell me what’s wrong.”

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today's mood: get lost in the old city, dress up in my best witch's outfit and arrange a Halloween party near the gothic castle

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you who bears witness to the conclusion of things

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Templo Expiatorio del Santísimo Sacramento, Mexico by cedanoarq

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“orphic”

— (ˈɔr fɪk),  adjective | Categorized as something deeply mysterious, Orphic encompasses anything, which is enchanting, subliminal and beyond human comprehension.