How many years of beauty do I have left? your beauty rises in ways your cells cannot even imagine now and your wild bones grow luminous and ripe, having carried the weight of a passionate life. When your hair is aflame
with winter and you have decades of
learning and leaving and loving sewn into
the ...
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The next challenges bring new chances to shine. 🌿
Challenges known — not for what you can post, but for what you can’t. Most aim to be the biggest — I aim to be the best.
💫 Ars Lumina — Art rises from truth, holding fast to the good.