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I kept choosing you, and you kept being forced to

I kept choosing you, and you kept being forced to

4 1 8 minutes ago
Hot. Humid. And Hustling.

Not my most fantastic pic - but that’s ok. This is real life - unfiltered.

I spent the morning chatting with the crew @respectingtheprocess - talking about @hbh_heartbeatshate and the things going on here at VMF ink. They asked some pretty big questions around storytelling and creative content creation (thinking I finally need to blog for myself, not just clients). Then I told them about the amazing #galtwings by @pellvetica ... so we trekked our way across the pedestrian bridge and snapped some pictures (frizzy hair don’t care 🤷‍♀️?) and chatted more about all things digital storytelling.

Pretty great way to start a week of meetings.

Oh, and if you’ve not yet visited the #galtwings , what’s stopping you? They’re gorgeous! -
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Hot. Humid. And Hustling.

Not my most fantastic pic - but that’s ok. This is real life - unfiltered.

I spent the morning chatting with the crew @respectingtheprocess - talking about @hbh_heartbeatshate and the things going on here at VMF ink. They asked some pretty big questions around storytelling and creative content creation (thinking I finally need to blog for myself, not just clients). Then I told them about the amazing #galtwings by @pellvetica ... so we trekked our way across the pedestrian bridge and snapped some pictures (frizzy hair don’t care 🤷‍♀️?) and chatted more about all things digital storytelling.

Pretty great way to start a week of meetings.

Oh, and if you’ve not yet visited the #galtwings , what’s stopping you? They’re gorgeous! -
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#mondaymotivation #motivationmonday #freelance #freelancewriter #strategicstorytelling #strategicstoryteller #writerscommunity #writersofinstagram #writersofinsta #squinting

1 0 12 minutes ago
Alexa google “hurt” cause idk wtf this is but it ain’t mine and it’s beyond “hurt” 🙅🏻‍♀️🌹 Book your personal twin flame readings and channeled poems via email lovelies lusciouslylevi@gmail.com 📩
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Alexa google “hurt” cause idk wtf this is but it ain’t mine and it’s beyond “hurt” 🙅🏻‍♀️🌹 Book your personal twin flame readings and channeled poems via email lovelies lusciouslylevi@gmail.com 📩
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🎀 Sacred Union Love Notes/Energy Updates Series 🎀 Send me your own channeled note to join the party 💃🏻 Today’s note is from @sarahmclayart 🤗📝🔮
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73 2 17 minutes ago
HAPPY MONDAY LOVELY HEARTS ~ PLEASE SWIPE LEFT TO ENJOY MY NEW MICRO POEM🖤
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I love you all so much ~ thank you again for being here with me as we explore the land of healing through our writing!
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HAPPY MONDAY LOVELY HEARTS ~ PLEASE SWIPE LEFT TO ENJOY MY NEW MICRO POEM🖤
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I love you all so much ~ thank you again for being here with me as we explore the land of healing through our writing!
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Follow me~@theimpossiblewriter~for daily prose and poetry
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All works are © • 2019
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Palette created using Over and @WordSwag
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26 20 19 minutes ago
Sometimes words just don’t get the job done 🤷🏻‍♂️
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Sometimes words just don’t get the job done 🤷🏻‍♂️
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1 0 20 minutes ago
// swipe ➡️ for the prompt that inspired this piece!
the idea behind this one is that certain people are only sensitive to those suffering from mental health ailments when a celebrity passes away because it’s obvious they’re just after clout. because they’re either oblivious or uncaring to the people in their real life who are going through similar, if not the same, struggles. but we need to do better for those affected by depression and other mental health issues. we need to pay attention and we need to care about them before they become a hashtag or a headstone. .
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// swipe ➡️ for the prompt that inspired this piece!
the idea behind this one is that certain people are only sensitive to those suffering from mental health ailments when a celebrity passes away because it’s obvious they’re just after clout. because they’re either oblivious or uncaring to the people in their real life who are going through similar, if not the same, struggles. but we need to do better for those affected by depression and other mental health issues. we need to pay attention and we need to care about them before they become a hashtag or a headstone. .
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These words save me over and over again. They get me through those hard writing sessions where everything I write feels awful because I know I’ll be back tomorrow and in all this crap, the good ideas will germinate. Writers write. Period. And it won’t all be good, so stop beating yourself up when it’s not. 
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These words save me over and over again. They get me through those hard writing sessions where everything I write feels awful because I know I’ll be back tomorrow and in all this crap, the good ideas will germinate. Writers write. Period. And it won’t all be good, so stop beating yourself up when it’s not.
#authorsofinstagram #motivation #amwriting #writersofinsta

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3 1 30 minutes ago
Some days all I want is to mimic the domesticated house cat
Stretched out in a strip of sunlight 
Belly full of love
Nothing to wake up for
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Some days all I want is to mimic the domesticated house cat
Stretched out in a strip of sunlight
Belly full of love
Nothing to wake up for
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#poem #poetry #poet #poetrycommunity #poemsofinstagram #igpoem #writing #writer #writersofinsta #writersofinstagram #writemorepoetry #readmorepoetry #iwishiwereacat #cats #felidae #feliscatus #lukeyoungpoetry #lukeyoungpoet

5 3 32 minutes ago
Happy Monday, friends! Tell me three fun facts about you. I’ll start!
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1) I’d choose a charcuterie board over the richest of sweets any ol’ day! 😋
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2) I don’t really care for superhero movies...I mean, I still watch them sometimes cause I’m married and want to do things with my hubby (love ya Andrew!), but honestly.....I just don’t get ‘em. 🤷🏼‍♀️
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3) I aspire to be a hand-letterer. And by aspire I mean, think about it occasionally and then never do anything about it. 😂
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Happy Monday, friends! Tell me three fun facts about you. I’ll start!
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1) I’d choose a charcuterie board over the richest of sweets any ol’ day! 😋
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2) I don’t really care for superhero movies...I mean, I still watch them sometimes cause I’m married and want to do things with my hubby (love ya Andrew!), but honestly.....I just don’t get ‘em. 🤷🏼‍♀️
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3) I aspire to be a hand-letterer. And by aspire I mean, think about it occasionally and then never do anything about it. 😂
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Ok, your turn! 😊🎉👇🏼

6 1 33 minutes ago
This week's #MoodboardMonday theme will be: #Treasure! Do you have a character on the hunt for a forgotten treasure vault? How about someone who is already in possession of a magical artifact or priceless jewel? Even someone who sees another as their treasure would qualify. Do your best to show off your most treasured moodboards today for Moodboard Monday and tag this account for a chance to be featured on our Stories!

This week's #MoodboardMonday theme will be: #Treasure! Do you have a character on the hunt for a forgotten treasure vault? How about someone who is already in possession of a magical artifact or priceless jewel? Even someone who sees another as their treasure would qualify. Do your best to show off your most treasured moodboards today for Moodboard Monday and tag this account for a chance to be featured on our Stories!

3 1 34 minutes ago
There'll always be days which we want to  remember and forget. But there are some 'days' which never let us forget whether it is worth remembered.
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There'll always be days which we want to remember and forget. But there are some 'days' which never let us forget whether it is worth remembered.
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8 1 35 minutes ago
I wrote a book when I was 17. I’ve kept coming back to it throughout the years, editing it as I live more life and get a better understanding of how the world works. It’s grown up with me and so much of what I write comes through the lens of Amélie. The very first person that ever shared my head with me.

I wrote a book when I was 17. I’ve kept coming back to it throughout the years, editing it as I live more life and get a better understanding of how the world works. It’s grown up with me and so much of what I write comes through the lens of Amélie. The very first person that ever shared my head with me.

10 2 38 minutes ago
Plotting and other dirty things 🤓✍️ #todayswritingdesk #amwriting

Plotting and other dirty things 🤓✍️ #todayswritingdesk #amwriting

2 1 39 minutes ago
Indecisive love isn’t really love.

Indecisive love isn’t really love.

3 2 40 minutes ago
I lie with you in silence
You invade my perfect dreams
I wake to your presence
Resigned to drowning screams
I feel you wrap around me
I can´t push you away
You are like the unwanted lover
Who always begs to stay
If only I could leave you
Stand and be alone
Relish in my solitude
I walk with you clinging
To my every step
You are the one I did not want
Yet the one I kept.
I resent your constance
Your brutal loyalty
I want to banish you forever
To end this agony.
I lie with lonely tears
You do not comfort me
I am bound to your obsession
Your lack of empathy.
My unwanted lover
Never leaves my side
You smother my autonomy
From you I cannot hide.
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I lie with you in silence
You invade my perfect dreams
I wake to your presence
Resigned to drowning screams
I feel you wrap around me
I can´t push you away
You are like the unwanted lover
Who always begs to stay
If only I could leave you
Stand and be alone
Relish in my solitude
I walk with you clinging
To my every step
You are the one I did not want
Yet the one I kept.
I resent your constance
Your brutal loyalty
I want to banish you forever
To end this agony.
I lie with lonely tears
You do not comfort me
I am bound to your obsession
Your lack of empathy.
My unwanted lover
Never leaves my side
You smother my autonomy
From you I cannot hide.
#writers #writerscommunity #writersofinsta #writersofinstagram #poetry #insta #instadaily #poeticjustice #poems #poetryofinstagram #poetryofinsta #poets #loveyourself #lover #love #unwanted #aesthetic #death

13 0 42 minutes ago
✨ Card of the day ✨ Flower Healing Therapy 🌺 Today’s energy is of total acceptance of the self. By accepting all that you are, you are creating more opportunities for the things that are meant to enter your life so that you can experience total joy & happiness 🙏☀️ by @lusciouslylevi 🌹 Book your personal astrology updates, twin flame readings, and channeled poems via email lovelies lusciouslylevi@gmail.com 📩 .
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✨ Card of the day ✨ Flower Healing Therapy 🌺 Today’s energy is of total acceptance of the self. By accepting all that you are, you are creating more opportunities for the things that are meant to enter your life so that you can experience total joy & happiness 🙏☀️ by @lusciouslylevi 🌹 Book your personal astrology updates, twin flame readings, and channeled poems via email lovelies lusciouslylevi@gmail.com 📩 .
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77 2 44 minutes ago
The amount of days that life got in the way of social media & we forgot to schedule posts. But we’re sorry! Our minds were more engaged on the reality of life. Take care, and we look forward to giving you new fresh posts in future!
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The amount of days that life got in the way of social media & we forgot to schedule posts. But we’re sorry! Our minds were more engaged on the reality of life. Take care, and we look forward to giving you new fresh posts in future!
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I often worry my Mom felt like she didn’t leave us with much when she left for Heaven
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She apologized often about how she wished she had more to give us, some fancy house or a nice car or maybe more money in her bank account so we could be comfortable even when she was gone
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She said sorry so many times in the end that I lost count of how often she mentioned it
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It was somehow as if she felt like since she had nothing material to leave us that her life had not amounted to much because her worth was in that bank account, that nice car and a piece of land
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I wish instead of just telling her it was okay and that we didn’t need anything, that we would be okay, that I would have told her something else •

I wish I would have stopped right there in the middle of all that chaos that death brings and all the stress and regret that comes with it and just grabbed her hand
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I wish I would have told her that we didnt need those fancy cars to be left behind because a new car wouldn’t come with all those memories we made together in that beat up Sentra, singing at the top of our lungs to drown out the hard days and all the times we sat there in the driveway listening to the Delilah radio show in that very car •

I wish I would have told her about all those memories my heart holds on that back porch, the laughs and the talks that helped me solve all of life’s problems and a big house would be nice but that small place we call home housed so many of my memories with her and those four walls tell the story of us •

I wish I could have told her that a big bank account with endless money certainly would have been nice but the truth is the things she left us with in the end were priceless and can’t be documented on paper because it’s things we will forever carry with us in our hearts
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I wish I would have told her that because of her I still leave change in the change dispenser at the soda machine just in case the next person comes along and needs it
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I wish I would have told her that she was leaving with me the power of a hand written letter (continued in comments ⬇️)

I often worry my Mom felt like she didn’t leave us with much when she left for Heaven


She apologized often about how she wished she had more to give us, some fancy house or a nice car or maybe more money in her bank account so we could be comfortable even when she was gone


She said sorry so many times in the end that I lost count of how often she mentioned it


It was somehow as if she felt like since she had nothing material to leave us that her life had not amounted to much because her worth was in that bank account, that nice car and a piece of land


I wish instead of just telling her it was okay and that we didn’t need anything, that we would be okay, that I would have told her something else •

I wish I would have stopped right there in the middle of all that chaos that death brings and all the stress and regret that comes with it and just grabbed her hand


I wish I would have told her that we didnt need those fancy cars to be left behind because a new car wouldn’t come with all those memories we made together in that beat up Sentra, singing at the top of our lungs to drown out the hard days and all the times we sat there in the driveway listening to the Delilah radio show in that very car •

I wish I would have told her about all those memories my heart holds on that back porch, the laughs and the talks that helped me solve all of life’s problems and a big house would be nice but that small place we call home housed so many of my memories with her and those four walls tell the story of us •

I wish I could have told her that a big bank account with endless money certainly would have been nice but the truth is the things she left us with in the end were priceless and can’t be documented on paper because it’s things we will forever carry with us in our hearts


I wish I would have told her that because of her I still leave change in the change dispenser at the soda machine just in case the next person comes along and needs it


I wish I would have told her that she was leaving with me the power of a hand written letter (continued in comments ⬇️)

127 18 17 hours ago
I lay cards down, my hand made. She flashes a tantalizing smile, plays her turn, kicking legs up and winning the round. She bluffed all game and my money’s near spent. I don’t want it anyhow; I want her. I respond with a crunch, sweet juice running down my chin. A strange one I am, ordering cucumbers of all things. She leans forward, eyes lingering on the temporary bulge in my trousers. She just wants to see my cards, the fox, flashing a grin and then some.

That’s what men like to see, a female unafraid being bold and aggressive, for it means with certainty, boldness and aggression in other aspects. Pity upon eunuchs and monks training on their mountains, missing out on these fine aspects of living. All taverns have one but none like her. They smell nice but she smells nicest, spiced by an exotic redolence. Her bodice leaving little to imagination but jaunty imprints under candlelight, figure tight but not rigid with supple legs impressed with leather, she’s what men desire to point of need. So do other elves, dwarves and gnomes, the irregulars.

But then, how’s a place like this have regulars? Only a reputation to preceed it seems necessary. It grew rapidly, razing all competition. When taverns are filled with patrons but have no regulars, you can’t help but notice. As locals avoid a place and neighboring towns report wealthy men missing by hunting accidents, drownings, animal attacks and other far-fetched phenomenon with no witnesses, you can’t help but wonder.

As I throw the next game, she realises I’m finished here and ready for something more. She takes my hand, leading me upstairs, my heart’s pace quickening with every step. I never did this with an elf before. It should be fun. Before we reach the top, I stumble, bumping into her. She gives a strange look up and down and I realise with a jolt my bulge is gone. The cucumber topples downstairs. Eunuchs belong in mountain temples, not taverns. My coat flashes, staff reveals. It’s not the one she was expecting but one she deserves. A swift blow I deal to the side of her head and the sweetheart swindler collapses with a thump.

Art By: @tatyana__kupriyanova

I lay cards down, my hand made. She flashes a tantalizing smile, plays her turn, kicking legs up and winning the round. She bluffed all game and my money’s near spent. I don’t want it anyhow; I want her. I respond with a crunch, sweet juice running down my chin. A strange one I am, ordering cucumbers of all things. She leans forward, eyes lingering on the temporary bulge in my trousers. She just wants to see my cards, the fox, flashing a grin and then some.

That’s what men like to see, a female unafraid being bold and aggressive, for it means with certainty, boldness and aggression in other aspects. Pity upon eunuchs and monks training on their mountains, missing out on these fine aspects of living. All taverns have one but none like her. They smell nice but she smells nicest, spiced by an exotic redolence. Her bodice leaving little to imagination but jaunty imprints under candlelight, figure tight but not rigid with supple legs impressed with leather, she’s what men desire to point of need. So do other elves, dwarves and gnomes, the irregulars.

But then, how’s a place like this have regulars? Only a reputation to preceed it seems necessary. It grew rapidly, razing all competition. When taverns are filled with patrons but have no regulars, you can’t help but notice. As locals avoid a place and neighboring towns report wealthy men missing by hunting accidents, drownings, animal attacks and other far-fetched phenomenon with no witnesses, you can’t help but wonder.

As I throw the next game, she realises I’m finished here and ready for something more. She takes my hand, leading me upstairs, my heart’s pace quickening with every step. I never did this with an elf before. It should be fun. Before we reach the top, I stumble, bumping into her. She gives a strange look up and down and I realise with a jolt my bulge is gone. The cucumber topples downstairs. Eunuchs belong in mountain temples, not taverns. My coat flashes, staff reveals. It’s not the one she was expecting but one she deserves. A swift blow I deal to the side of her head and the sweetheart swindler collapses with a thump.

Art By: @tatyana__kupriyanova

786 37 9 August, 2019
When temperature plunges, men hunt all manners of furred creatures, for they have little themselves. They’ll kill anything for warmth, even housecats. They have sweethearts wanting gloves, fur-trimmed boots and harlots requiring scanty dress. As such, all strays flee the city by first snowfall. Mr. Whiskers and his family traveled far, coming upon a wood. They avoided it, for beasts dwelled within, and stayed along its somber outskirts, foraging. A concealed monster studying them lunged forward, eyes on the kittens. The family bolted. But cats are built for short speedy outbursts, not endurance. Naught but a lone tree sprawled ahead, sprawled too far off.

This beast was all for endurance, long chases, hunting game with lanky limbs. It caught up as the cats tired, swallowing whole both kittens and snatching Mrs. Whiskers by the neck in a sickening jarring note. Whiskers hadn't time for hesitation. He fled as the beast devoured his family and, as all cats do, scampered up the tree. The beast laughed, its maw dressed in fur and blood, ‘Come down, little puss! Come avenge your family!’ Whiskers replied, ‘Maybe you should come here instead.’ The beast leapt at the tree but found it couldn’t. It toppled clumsily as its long legs gripped the trunk. To worsen bad matters, the base was lined with thorns, cutting into its soles. Infuriated, ‘I’ll be back,’ it growled and returned to the wood. When it was certainly safe, Whiskers scurried down. He ignored crimson stains in grass; there was little time to mourn and all time to survive before harsh cold fell.

Later, as the moon shed a dappled paleness through clouds upon the plain, horns bellowed and Whiskers glanced at the wood from atop his tree. A yelp, curses, glow of torches focused in the distance. Loping came the beast, its back peppered with arrows, hounds at its heels, ‘Help me!’ The hunters were soon upon it, hounds nipping, spearheads prodding. Arrows flew, arrows whistled and arrows found home. The beast cried in pain, desperate for an escape. But it was not built for climbing. As it fell, Whiskers remained up high where no arrows could reach, hissing as all cats do.

Art By: Jakub Rozalski

When temperature plunges, men hunt all manners of furred creatures, for they have little themselves. They’ll kill anything for warmth, even housecats. They have sweethearts wanting gloves, fur-trimmed boots and harlots requiring scanty dress. As such, all strays flee the city by first snowfall. Mr. Whiskers and his family traveled far, coming upon a wood. They avoided it, for beasts dwelled within, and stayed along its somber outskirts, foraging. A concealed monster studying them lunged forward, eyes on the kittens. The family bolted. But cats are built for short speedy outbursts, not endurance. Naught but a lone tree sprawled ahead, sprawled too far off.

This beast was all for endurance, long chases, hunting game with lanky limbs. It caught up as the cats tired, swallowing whole both kittens and snatching Mrs. Whiskers by the neck in a sickening jarring note. Whiskers hadn't time for hesitation. He fled as the beast devoured his family and, as all cats do, scampered up the tree. The beast laughed, its maw dressed in fur and blood, ‘Come down, little puss! Come avenge your family!’ Whiskers replied, ‘Maybe you should come here instead.’ The beast leapt at the tree but found it couldn’t. It toppled clumsily as its long legs gripped the trunk. To worsen bad matters, the base was lined with thorns, cutting into its soles. Infuriated, ‘I’ll be back,’ it growled and returned to the wood. When it was certainly safe, Whiskers scurried down. He ignored crimson stains in grass; there was little time to mourn and all time to survive before harsh cold fell.

Later, as the moon shed a dappled paleness through clouds upon the plain, horns bellowed and Whiskers glanced at the wood from atop his tree. A yelp, curses, glow of torches focused in the distance. Loping came the beast, its back peppered with arrows, hounds at its heels, ‘Help me!’ The hunters were soon upon it, hounds nipping, spearheads prodding. Arrows flew, arrows whistled and arrows found home. The beast cried in pain, desperate for an escape. But it was not built for climbing. As it fell, Whiskers remained up high where no arrows could reach, hissing as all cats do.

Art By: Jakub Rozalski

745 37 10 August, 2019
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by. — Christina Rossetti

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Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by. — Christina Rossetti

#huntingtonbeach #peotry #christinarossetti #christinarossettipoetry #writerscommunity #writer #writersofinsta #orangecounty #losangeles

326 18 12 hours ago
earlier post than usual because the contest is going up tonight!
i’m in love with this new theme. even though it took me ages to get the hang on the app lol. •
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earlier post than usual because the contest is going up tonight!
i’m in love with this new theme. even though it took me ages to get the hang on the app lol. •


#writers #writer #writersofinsta #writersofig #writersofinstagram #writersblock #writerscommunity #write #writes #writersconnection #writersociety #writingprompts #writingtips #writinginspiration #writingadvice #writingofig #writingofinsta #writingofinstagram #writingmotivation #writingmood

514 3 16 August, 2019