sweet amber honey,
paint a portrait of your mother.
watch it fade away.
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Ashley Lima
I think about writing more than I write, but call myself a writer as opposed to a thinker.
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October 6, 2024
I begrudgingly did some laundry. I scrolled on TikTok for far too long. My mother-in-law texted me first thing in the morning asking me to lunch or dinner, depending on how busy her day was going to be. My brain automatically went to "something bad must have happened." But no. She just wanted to get me out of the house, and it's scary how moms seem to know when you need something without you having to say anything at all.
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Winterthorne
Winterthorne stood alone at the edge of the park. The beautiful snow that had surrounded him was all trampled now, from the feet of all of the children who had built him. He missed the sparkly clean snow blanket, but he was happy that so many children had come out to make him.
By Laura DePace4 days ago in Fiction
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Ahhh, this is just decadent.
You fall back into writing so well. Love this sentimental poem.
beautiful