Sweetgrass smoke curls low
under the cold listening moon
embers breathe alive.
About the Creator
E.S.Flint
I’m an Indigenous storyteller using poetry, photography & fiction to explore identity, love, loss and all the spaces we return to.
What I can't say, I write or capture. Because feeling it all is the point.
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