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  • Pockets of Time

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    I love the physical idea of this phrase, as if orbs of time are floating all around, waiting to be plucked from space and into a moment. Existing to give (time, creative energy, sparks) and store (thoughts, memories, firestarters) for you, to tap into whenever you need it. It makes me feel like nothing is…

  • to write, is to be

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    my first memories of joy were rooted in the love of stories. libraries were a sanctuary, books were my safe place, and writing was actual magic. at first, it was the fantastical delight of staying up too late reading, in the dark and under covers, falling asleep, unaware. the strange continuum waking up physically and…