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Les Diaconesses du saint-office by Felix Labisse, 1973

' be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind
be night, be dark, be wish, be mind
now slip, now slide, now move unseen
above, beneath, betwixt, between '

- Neil Gaimen, The Graveyard Book

''A sorceress is a woman who emerges from deep within herself. She is a woman who has honestly explored her light and learned to celebrate her darkness. She is a woman who is able to fall in love with the miraculous possibilities of her power.''

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^{Posted by Leanna - Friday, September 25, 2015 - 10:33pm}

h o m e i s w h e r e v e r y o u a r e

I've learned that moving forward victoriously means joining your past with the future that lies in front of you.

^{Posted by Leanna - Thursday, September 24, 2015 - 1:26pm}

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"Walk in my shoes"

^{Posted by Leanna - Wednesday, September 23, 2015 - 2:44am}

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a change of speed, a change of style.

a change of scene, with no regrets,

a chance to watch, admire the distance,

still occupied, though you forget.

different colours, different shades,

over each mistakes were made.

i took the blame.

directionless so plain to see,

a loaded gun won't set you free.

so you say.

we'll share a drink and step outside,

an angry voice and one who cried,

'we'll give you everything and more,

the strain's too much, can't take much more.'

i've walked on water, run through fire,

can't seem to feel it anymore.

it was me, waiting for me,

hoping for something more,

me, seeing me this time,

hoping for something else.

^{Posted by Leanna - Tuesday, September 22, 2015 - 5:38am}

good luck

^{Posted by Leanna - Tuesday, September 22, 2015 - 5:05am}

Monday

'Monday Morning Exhale' by Discorat

^{Posted by Leanna - Monday, September 21, 2015 - 11:12am}

Sunday

'I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms, but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.'
--Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII

Capture by Jeffrey Thomas
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^{Posted by Leanna - Sunday, September 20, 2015 - 8:48pm}

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h o m e i s w h e r e v e r y o u a r e

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good luck

Monday

Sunday

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