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Violet Fractures
A meditation on the fractures of illusion, the beauty of shadows, and the quiet, sometimes painful grace of learning to see what is real. Even the most enchanting darkness cannot hide what the soul is finally ready to see.
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Aculeus in Caput Mortuum
entry twenty four — scattered light, fractured grace: a quiet archive of light, loss, and what remains. Aculeus in Caput Mortuum one breath the sky was fire; the next, the dark leaned in. branches held the violet open, then closed around it, like hands remembering how to hide. thank you, Spirit, for the sudden pink and the holy purple— even though both refused…
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Reframed
The cloud doesn’t know it’s the whole story. Neither do the ones I love.
