

The Orkney SeaHer truth;The Orkney Sea
alone it spoke for two, and walked in nameless grace beneath the widow's solemn steps. She loyally paced, watching the ocean and muddied her worn pale slip from sweeter days. Carefully she walked the edge of the Orkney shore. Her face and brow fought to captivate her doubt, and eyes that told of goodness spent &n


Dubh Lacha HomilyIn imitation silk, she gripped herself fast, hesitant for truth to emerge and expand. Rising among shades of her deep-sea Pirate, and lost in worlds between the tides and land.Dubh Lacha Homily
As the mournful came to hang their heads, the debris of a ship was washing ashore. She looked on and kept her gaze proud,
eternally uncertain in woman's lore.
The crescent said she never saw him go down; forever unresolved in the unholiest of graves. The ocean gave a scream, yet never spat him out. He's a man of the sea, with no sword and no name.
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If I've gone insane
Please don't tell me
Still "finding myself", I'm afraid.
Oh dear, this may take a while..
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We only do well the things we like doing.
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Other account [link]
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We only do well the things we like doing.
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"I love when you make the dictionary your bitch."
"You seduce the English language and use it for your own sordid ends."
[JDM] [JA]
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We only do well the things we like doing.
missed your work
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We only do well the things we like doing.
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We only do well the things we like doing.
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