The darling one and I went to the woods last week, and brought his past ten years, and my past fifteen years of artwork and journals and sketchbooks. We burned them all.
Wool Wax Silk and Bones. I often go into dark woods, and go far to see brilliant things. I am surrounded by wonderful people, and am lucky to have found a familiar in an old black cat.
That must have felt amazing. I shredded 17 years of journals once.
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