Category: Letters to an Angel
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44th Letter
Tonight is a long night. A key night. Because tonight is when I can truly wash my hands off of what no longer serves me well.
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43rd Letter
Do you remember how I used to love gardening, my darling? Do you remember what we used to grow? How we used to make our own salads, our own spiced fermentables? Do you remember how the solarblooms stood tall? The marigolds still bloom every seasons. Til this day. And the nasturtiums still flood the gardenbed.…
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42nd Letter
Rest. Slow and steady breaths. Every little effort, all for the sake of recovery. Recuperation. There are no echoes of long boisterous chatter. No rumbles of endless footsteps. No stresses fouling the air from all the tiresome duties. No influx of folk that don’t matter. I love it. This change of flow. This quiet energy.…
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41st Letter
I shouldn’t have danced with the Fate Readings, the other night. I’m losing order. Order within myself.
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39th Letter
This season, I’m embracing the good directions that Life is flowing me towards. And I must say, this calm acceptance of what Life has to offer is much sweeter than I remember.
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Wish me luck tonight, my darling…
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37th Letter
There is something alluring about seeing a figure that used to bloom brightly, eventually lay it’s head to rest.
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36th Letter
Oh, what does it matter. This is no opus. This is a diary. Nothing of artistic merit. This is just an artist’s whine.
Diaries of the Moonlight Hours 