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I love that you write gorgeous poetry that takes my breath away, and also phrases like ‘moonlit meat bag’. ❤️

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lololol this made my day

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A holy madness. Why not?

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“…just sitting on the floor of the shower, as one does, feeling sorry for myself as the water ran down my face”

SAD GIRL SUMMER. Hey Siri, play Summertime Sadness.

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The floor of my shower is almost as good as my therapist’s office 🙃

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O daughter of the womb—who is not afraid of the sky, of herself—you inspire me do/make something in response to your night walk naked in the forest. Ekphrastic motion, action, forest-knows-what. I’d taken a break from my WIP and there was your essay calling me to step closer to the real and mystic. Thank you.

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This is so beautiful Sylvia. Thank you for the way you come full bodied to everything you read. It really inspires me to do the same.

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Adore.

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We still need to forage together

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That would be a dream come true.

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I finally got back to reading the posts I missed when I couldn’t focus because of a concussion and I get to this. I LOVE it! There are certain places we go and seasons that make me want to take my clothes off and just be in the air. I understand, if not your particular need, the freedom of it. And I applaud your willingness to embody it. Wild women, women who run as the wolves, women of the night!

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Beautiful - I feel like you've got that she-wolf effect nailed, no running required!

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