last year, i created a mood board for each month of the year on pinteresthere is a glimpse into how my heart was embracing each new month through images; each season brings a sense of…
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August When the blackberries hangswollen in the woods, in the bramblesnobody owns, I spend all day among the highbranches, reachingmy ripped arms, thinking of nothing, crammingthe black honey of summerinto my mouth; all day my body accepts what it is. In the darkcreeks that run…