Becky
@bexspence.bsky.social
Colour missing from the garden. Pencil lines, like a charcoal sketch of what used to be. Bare branches bend and stretch to the sky. Reaching out to touch something, anything. Grasping for hope. This day.
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January 21, 2026 at 1:04 PM
Colour missing from the garden. Pencil lines, like a charcoal sketch of what used to be. Bare branches bend and stretch to the sky. Reaching out to touch something, anything. Grasping for hope. This day.
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I think back to when we were young. Running through empty houses, dancing in dapples of light, making claim to rooms that weren't yet ours. I think of you, as the rain pours, the windows stream, as the grey fills my day.
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January 17, 2026 at 11:12 AM
I think back to when we were young. Running through empty houses, dancing in dapples of light, making claim to rooms that weren't yet ours. I think of you, as the rain pours, the windows stream, as the grey fills my day.
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You tell me the news. And I can't breathe, can't take it in. Stare at the wall, straighten the wonky picture, the colours once bright now faded.
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January 14, 2026 at 8:08 AM
You tell me the news. And I can't breathe, can't take it in. Stare at the wall, straighten the wonky picture, the colours once bright now faded.
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January 11, 2026 at 6:16 PM
Tucked up in a corner of the cafe, plants at the window, rain falling down. I love the kooky pictures, the blankets in the bay seat, the warmth of the coffee on a cold, miserable day. I feel like me, as I sit here. Even for an hour. Just a little time. To finally be.
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January 11, 2026 at 5:43 PM
Tucked up in a corner of the cafe, plants at the window, rain falling down. I love the kooky pictures, the blankets in the bay seat, the warmth of the coffee on a cold, miserable day. I feel like me, as I sit here. Even for an hour. Just a little time. To finally be.
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Frost on a blade of grass. The skies like a spilled pallet of paint. A bird sits on the fence. The world glimmers with hope. An unmissable morning. Another January that you didn't see.
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January 10, 2026 at 9:22 AM
Frost on a blade of grass. The skies like a spilled pallet of paint. A bird sits on the fence. The world glimmers with hope. An unmissable morning. Another January that you didn't see.
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Through rain drops lights stretch in the night. Long monsters standing guard. Watching over people as they walk past, under, through. The wind rattles, I'm not spooked, yet hold myself closer, breathe a little shorter, reach out a hand in the dark.
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January 6, 2026 at 7:56 PM
Through rain drops lights stretch in the night. Long monsters standing guard. Watching over people as they walk past, under, through. The wind rattles, I'm not spooked, yet hold myself closer, breathe a little shorter, reach out a hand in the dark.
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Throughout the years. A look, a nod, a small acknowledgement. We gather together, quite by accident. The quiet ones, the oddballs, the different, the unwanted. Laugh, cry, cling on. In the corners, the crevices, the shadows of the day. Hold on to me. Keep me close. So I can breathe.
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January 5, 2026 at 1:43 PM
Throughout the years. A look, a nod, a small acknowledgement. We gather together, quite by accident. The quiet ones, the oddballs, the different, the unwanted. Laugh, cry, cling on. In the corners, the crevices, the shadows of the day. Hold on to me. Keep me close. So I can breathe.
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These days move slowly, and yet all at once. Rushing into each other with an abstraction of time. Tea simmers. Cats yawn. The back window steams. Out there, bright skies, cold frosts, the feeling that anything is possible. For a while.
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January 2, 2026 at 8:55 PM
These days move slowly, and yet all at once. Rushing into each other with an abstraction of time. Tea simmers. Cats yawn. The back window steams. Out there, bright skies, cold frosts, the feeling that anything is possible. For a while.
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A clock ticked. A switch flicked. We lay hardly breathing. Waiting for the lights to go out. The top step to creak. The house to go quiet. Under our duvets, illicit reading, laughing, sharing of secrets. How I long for those safe days. When we weren't alone. #vss365
December 11, 2025 at 10:28 PM
A clock ticked. A switch flicked. We lay hardly breathing. Waiting for the lights to go out. The top step to creak. The house to go quiet. Under our duvets, illicit reading, laughing, sharing of secrets. How I long for those safe days. When we weren't alone. #vss365
I collect confetti. Moments that used to matter. Gathered from the holes in the floor, the back row of pews in the church, the bits left between the pages of a book. The forgotten, disregarded, the ones that hurt too much. That sting like a nettle, as I slowly make tea.
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November 29, 2025 at 2:40 PM
I collect confetti. Moments that used to matter. Gathered from the holes in the floor, the back row of pews in the church, the bits left between the pages of a book. The forgotten, disregarded, the ones that hurt too much. That sting like a nettle, as I slowly make tea.
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Leaves fall, a bitter wind creeps, autumn colours gather in the cold sun. I watch out the window. Wonder how the day is almost over, yet still not done. Lingering on. This day. This feeling. The shadow you left behind, growing.
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October 27, 2025 at 3:27 PM
Leaves fall, a bitter wind creeps, autumn colours gather in the cold sun. I watch out the window. Wonder how the day is almost over, yet still not done. Lingering on. This day. This feeling. The shadow you left behind, growing.
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That day before the grey, before the rain, the cold, the change. Leaves sing, sunlight spots the stage. October shines, with an undertone of summer. We linger, loiter, bask in the warmth of this last hurrah.
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October 14, 2025 at 6:35 AM
That day before the grey, before the rain, the cold, the change. Leaves sing, sunlight spots the stage. October shines, with an undertone of summer. We linger, loiter, bask in the warmth of this last hurrah.
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October. A garden in the rain. Spiders curl up on their web. Birds shelter in the hedge. Leaves drip, gutters run. The shed doorway, an oasis from the downpour. The cat watches, waiting for a gap. A pause. A moment. To make their move.
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October 3, 2025 at 7:21 AM
October. A garden in the rain. Spiders curl up on their web. Birds shelter in the hedge. Leaves drip, gutters run. The shed doorway, an oasis from the downpour. The cat watches, waiting for a gap. A pause. A moment. To make their move.
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Autumn leaves race in September wind. Rushing along the roadside as trees cheer, rains dance, the dark sky full of catastrophe. Windscreen wipers keep time as I drive along. Listening to songs from yesterday.
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September 20, 2025 at 11:15 AM
Autumn leaves race in September wind. Rushing along the roadside as trees cheer, rains dance, the dark sky full of catastrophe. Windscreen wipers keep time as I drive along. Listening to songs from yesterday.
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Thursday. Or Friday. I'm not quite sure. I count the circles on the tablecloth. Trace my finger along the lines. Take stock as I drink the first tea of the day. The rain already pouring.
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September 18, 2025 at 6:17 AM
Thursday. Or Friday. I'm not quite sure. I count the circles on the tablecloth. Trace my finger along the lines. Take stock as I drink the first tea of the day. The rain already pouring.
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The house echoes as I potter around. Reminding me of those days when you're home from school. That echo of something, the potential for anything. The usually familiar suddenly all so strange. #vss365
September 12, 2025 at 12:29 PM
The house echoes as I potter around. Reminding me of those days when you're home from school. That echo of something, the potential for anything. The usually familiar suddenly all so strange. #vss365
Rain, always rain. Drumming in the background. Pulling at the skies. A song on the radio and I'm struck with a smile. Swapped into a kitchen from long ago, sitting, chatting, getting to know friends. That time. Those years. Faces that made it all bearable for a moment.
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September 10, 2025 at 8:34 PM
Rain, always rain. Drumming in the background. Pulling at the skies. A song on the radio and I'm struck with a smile. Swapped into a kitchen from long ago, sitting, chatting, getting to know friends. That time. Those years. Faces that made it all bearable for a moment.
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Sunday morning. Laying in bed. Staring out the window. Sipping tea. Listening to a song. Not just music, but a doorway, a portal, a way to visit another version of myself. To remember all the people I've been. Each scene, each sadness, each laugh. I smile today. #vss365
September 7, 2025 at 8:30 AM
Sunday morning. Laying in bed. Staring out the window. Sipping tea. Listening to a song. Not just music, but a doorway, a portal, a way to visit another version of myself. To remember all the people I've been. Each scene, each sadness, each laugh. I smile today. #vss365
Two columns, 500 words. That's all there was. To say who you were. What you achieved. An article to summarise your life. Not the choices, the feelings, the hurt. The way you closed your eyes when you laughed. Just black on white. Ink that fades. #vss365
September 5, 2025 at 6:22 AM
Two columns, 500 words. That's all there was. To say who you were. What you achieved. An article to summarise your life. Not the choices, the feelings, the hurt. The way you closed your eyes when you laughed. Just black on white. Ink that fades. #vss365
The skies bright tonight. Even with the street lights pouring. The cars passing. The houses not in slumber. In those hours when everything looks different. Sleep eludes me again. So I watch, I listen, I hope. For dreams. #vss365
September 2, 2025 at 7:59 AM
The skies bright tonight. Even with the street lights pouring. The cars passing. The houses not in slumber. In those hours when everything looks different. Sleep eludes me again. So I watch, I listen, I hope. For dreams. #vss365