in a breath, with a smell.
A smell of comfort, of home, of familiarity can help to heal the deepest of scars.
A smell of comfort, of home, of familiarity can help to heal the deepest of scars.
Straight from the dryer, warmth surrounding my frozen body, this jumper gives the air of summer on the cape, winter in the mountains, or simply the clean, tidy home I keep.
It comforts and restores my mindset so I may continue to mend my wounds with all that I have.
There is so much left for me to do – so much potential left to claim and expectations to meet. With an inhale I can be assured I will meet every mark.
In a breath, I am focused again.
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M. A. Hetussa
"Globally minded, artistically grounded, she writes. And when she breaks, words flow from the cracks in her soul."
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