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My favorite love...

11:28 Feb 03 2017
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This Deserts fire has never left me. Even when I spent cold, empty months among the mountains of Montana, it burned under the surface of my skin, itching to feel the Sun in a real way again.



This place has always had me in a way that others don’t understand. It has its own gravity where I am concerned, and that is because it is (very Literally) a part of me. My blood has splattered the dry earth here so many times that the Desert knows my very taste, knows that I am a willing, living extension of its savage nature, thorny and deadly bits included.



And that is what the people enchanted by this place never get around to saying… They love the deadly nature that surrounds them, because it makes them feel alive and free. From the icy cold nights that sink an otherworldly cold into your bones, to the blistering summer days that leave scars as their calling cards, this place can and WILL kill you if you are not aware.



The Desert makes you understand just how small this life, your life, really is. But how can you really care when surrounded by life so stubborn that even the Desert couldn’t kill it? We are the hard-minded children of this place as much as the rattle snakes and black widow spiders… And that is a beautiful thing.



In the desert we do not call out to the four directions… those distant guardians cannot protect us here. No, here we whisper prayers into staggering winds, and lay worshipful eyes upon sunsets that live and die in colors that all Flame is jealous of. We seek truths among the whispers of Divine Night, who’s cool embrace is our only solace away from the blistering daylight… for the daylight here is a heavy thing, and weighs even the young down with knowledge of close Death.



Our skin is thick with grit and scars. Our smiles just a little worn out and weary.



Our Elements are Wind and Fire and Soul, and we dance defiantly among them as thorns rip at our skin… and we bleed, and we know we are alive.


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Doru
Doru
14:50 Jul 14 2021

Our scars make us who we are, emotionally or physically!








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