by nicolepnardone | Jul 23, 2016 | love medicine
The hair on my skin are the treetops I can see from my bedroom window. An elm here by this freckle, a dying cedar here by the crease in my elbow. I see them bend and whistle as the wind washes over my arms. I belong to all things. All things are part of me. The men...
by nicolepnardone | Jul 9, 2016 | love medicine
I see two ways of living as time threads through. In one we learn to exist as cleanly as possible. We learn the roads and valleys. We learn to protect and make our longing less, hope less, forgive, but only in word. We bite our tongues because the words that want to...
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