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Apple's orchard
Apple's orchard
A well cared for leather bound book with a large lily etched in to the cover. The pages smell of lilies. There are words engraved and filled with gold paint reading Apple. between the pages rests a braid platinum in hue to mark her entries
Friday, 13 March 2015
Ethucan

Soft sands tickle the toes upon bare feet water laps hungrily at dainty toes. Peace upon me from the sanctuary of what one would call paradise. Gentle breezes to sooth anxious mind, body, and soul. Cool water to mist the parched skin of one who forgets often that sometimes it's okay to put ones self first.

Bright and warm are the rays of rifter. Feeling the silk upon my frame makes me realize I spend far too much time in armor not allowing my true beauty to shine forth. I've locked it away with piles of brick and mortar. So here I stand chisel in hand chipping away at the mortar. I see her through the cracks. The child that loved so passionately and freely. Why did I trap those feelings?

Security.

That's why. I was insecure. I had been ripped to shreds mentally. Raising Ariannah with father when mother passed away. Seeing father and uncle Addam die. For what? Me. Damnable choices. Yet I lived. I felt I owed them for their sacrifices. I felt alone.

I'm not alone.

I have two things others cannot change. My faith. And my heart I am strong mentally but how does one get past that which they sought to hide and allow it to release. How do I let myself be the person I know I am.

Musings and thoughts.
Rifter and sea breeze take me away.....

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