Gold glue fills the cracks
Between who I used to be
And who I am now
Poet & Storyteller β¨
Her heart was made of liquid sunsets π - Virginia Woolf
How does it work?
Absolutely love this! Beautiful job!
Loooooooooooooove this one, Joelle!! πβ±οΈ
I used to love to visit museums and studios where you could see classic examples of this type of pottery. Thank you for invoking those memories... ;)
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Hear ye modern man, listen to the ancient bards and sages. We are more than ourselves. We are the product of ages. We are born of stardust with access to the divine, that extends beyond ego and the senseless greed of a swine.
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By Gabriel Shames4 days ago in Poets
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By Lightning Bolt β‘6 days ago in Humor
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Absolutely love this! Beautiful job!
Loooooooooooooove this one, Joelle!! πβ±οΈ
I used to love to visit museums and studios where you could see classic examples of this type of pottery. Thank you for invoking those memories... ;)