dwellpress I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest...I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty. Pablo Neruda 17/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #justoveraninch 18h

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dwellpress The story of each stone leads back to a mountain. W.S. Merwin 16/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #abouttwoinches 19h

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dwellpress He pleaded so much that he lost his voice. His bones began to fill with words. Gabriel García Márquez 15/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #abouttwoinches 3d

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dwellpress Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you. Donna Tartt 14/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #abouttwoinches 3d

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dwellpress I would play this game. I would look toward the horizon and try to locate the furthest object of interest away from me. A Building. A distant meadow or forest. A mountain. Inevitably, the sky would draw me into its deepening blue. While listening to a lecture, I would gaze out the window. Riding in the car, I would focus and adjust, focus and adjust until my gaze was glued to some distant point of blue. Waiting in line at the market, catching glimpses as the pneumatic doors opening and closed, I would be lost in the game, and someone would have to nudge me forward. Now, I only need to look into your eyes and travel blue depths. I consider the distances we've traveled together since the day you were born. The blue gaze through hours of nursing, the sparkling-eyed shenanigans, the wonder brought about many years of adventures. For now, I will hold your gaze for as long as you will allow. Lost in blue, I consider the distances you will travel without me. 13/100

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dwellpress When I cannot see words curling like rings of smoke around me I am in darkness-- I am nothing. Virginia Woolf 12/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints 6d

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dwellpress When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy. Rumi 11/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints 6d

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dwellpress ... Bullets

Blossoms burst across my chest
and belly. Tongue stone-tethered,
as the wind rushed through me. Months
later, he apologized for words
that: 'might've bruised'. 10/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints
1w

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dwellpress There must be something in books, something we can't imagine, to make a woman stay in a burning house; there must be something there. You don't stay for nothing. Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 9/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints 1w

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dwellpress There is this cave
In the air behind my body
That nobody is going to touch:
A cloister, a silence
Closing around a blossom of fire.
When I stand upright in the wind,
My bones turn to dark emeralds. James Wright 7/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints
2w

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dwellpress The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink. T.S. Eliot 5/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints 2w

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dwellpress The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself. William Blake 4/100 #the100dayproject #100monoprints #earthday2016 2w

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dwellpress 2/100. Put your ear down close to your soul and listen hard. -Anne Sexton #the100dayproject #100monoprints 2w

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dwellpress I will remember the crickets' song. #sunset #leftcoast #adriveawalk 2mon

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dwellpress Tara sunbathing and keeping watch over her realm. #myfurrygirl #aussiemini #bluemerle #aussiesofinstagram 9mon

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