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Southern Gothic horror; fiction and nonfiction. I am a mistress of melancholy, the reaper's harpy, a journalist, and a dancer. Welcome.
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Compartmental Wilds
a Saturday morning poem.
like little compartments built in craftsman houses, nestled away in book shelves carved out of the finest forests crafting room is necessary. some things, however, are best left wild in the heart and hearth.