Grandma's knitted shawl
kept Mother warm, but is now
loved by attic dust.
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Miss Riggie
Artist | Writer | Lover | Fighter
Born in Sydney, Australia, I write about what inspires me, to inspire others. Poetry, stories, deep introspective works, the lot! MUSE POWERS ACTIVATE!
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The Golden Valley
The difference between light and dark could be as quick and simple as a flip of a switch, the drawing of a curtain, the opening of one’s eyes. It could be more gradual like the slow adjustment of the diaphragm on a microscope, the turn of a planet on its axis, the growing light as you approach the end of a tunnel. A flicker in the dark, a steady glow in the distance, a flash in the night sky.
By Alyssa Nicolea day ago in Fiction
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Aww, LOVE this… I can relate to this one so much.