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Maybe in another lifetime we celebrated her and respected the awe and wonder of her instead of squandering, controlling, buying, selling, warring, claiming she could be owned.

Maybe.

“I once said I would come back to haunt you. And instead you haunt me. My dreams turned to nightmares…”
-Miserable Little Poems | Misery Starr

“I want to dream of carefree moments of happiness and loved ones, fun things happening in a dreamworld similar to the waking one.
Instead I dream in dread, viewing the destruction you caused in slow motion replay; seeing the hurt you could cause in a make believe scene…”

I love these little cuties. They sound so pretty. We have em out here too.

Gentle snowy quiet gives way to boisterous chirps and the return of fauna.
Healing from the frozen tundra, muddied storms, grieving flora, she shows us her necromancy.
From endings to new beginnings bursting forth in abundance of life force…

I’m in to it

The moon caught in a spider web. No edit.