seduced by fiction,
we end up devoured by
the dry, bitter truth.
Soulful writing about humans and places

seduced by fiction,
we end up devoured by
the dry, bitter truth.
My inner mystic is plagued by insomnia and runs entirely on divine grace. The outer shell, however, does occasionally need: jasmine tea, ice cream (preferably salted caramel), good books, music, and new horizons. If you’d like to help keep this blog alive, please choose an amount:
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