“Only poetry or madness could do justice to the noises...”
Set at 06:36 on January 26, 2020
My sanity wrote a suicide note, but one of us is illiterate and the other is blind.
Eram quod es, eris quod sum I was what you are, you will be what I am.
She is a ghost.
I am the mountain.
Ex favilla nos resurgemus From the ashes, we will rise.
I am many things, I have lived many places and played many roles.
I am an artist, a mother, a gardener, a warrior, a medical marijuana patient, an empath, an eclectic witch, a practitioner of the Left Hand Path, herbalism and Tarot.
I talk to the moon, often. Sometimes she answers.
I have lived in a small farming town in western Oregon for six years now and I have found some peace in finally putting down roots. I have also lived in southern California, Colorado, Washington and Florida.
I work at a no-kill animal shelter. In the past I've been a marijuana dispensary manager, CNC machinist, hop dryer, farm store hardware specialist, professional bra fitter, and some other odd jobs...
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