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Gusts of wind blow away the red leaves on the tall tree, propelling colour into the air that washes over the sky and slowly falls to the ground with the invisible current. In the foreground, small drops of rain are blown sideways. Standing by the window, I am watching autumn pass: the ebbing, cooling winds expose more of the branches beneath the canopies of colour. Tip-tops o...

What can hold the essence of day and night, warmth and cold, art and story, and time and space? Pages. (and hearts.)

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When I look around, I see and feel the presence of pages in my life. To my right are two textbooks – one on art and its environments, the other on creative writing. Within each are the stories of the next y...

I visit the Taylor Swift Subreddit regularly to follow along with news in the community, to read fun questions, and to see art made by fans. Lately I have been thinking along the lines of slashdiv that it would be good to see more fandom discussions in the small web

Frozen light yellow clouds hover under a grey sky, illuminated by the horizon sun.

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“I have never seen the sky like that before”, I thought to myself while gazing with my whole mind and body in wonder. Fluffy yellow clouds under grey clouds?

The colours of the sky have a certain magnetism. When I first noti...

I want to give all my breath to the song, listening to every transcendent, liminal, spooky note, accompanied by intertwined tracks of coded and pure voice. I want to sing out the words I know loudly, and read all those I don’t know so that I may sing as much as I can with all the ardour in my heart and my soul, each vestige of passion entering the air being a sign of life, a ...