Andromeda
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Dirt & Bone Witch. Feral. Woods. Ocean. Words. Books. The Weird. Poet. Teacher. Magpie at heart. Mother of Squirrels and Magpies. Odd, strange little thing. 🇳🇴 🐻❄️🐭 🐺 Mor til Ailo 🐺. ❤️ Kona til @hvittingen.bsky.social ♾️
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ulveheksa.bsky.social
"Owl Witch"

~Natasa Ilincic
"Owl Witch," illustration by Natasa Ilincic.

Illustration is in mostly blue tones. It is at night. A small cottage in the distance has a light on in the window and smoke is rising from a chimney. There are stars in the night sky. The ground is covered in grasses moved by wind. In the foreground to the left is a gnarled tree, bare branches reach skyward. In the foreground center is a creature who is half woman, half owl. She has the head of an owl and the feet of a woman. Her hands are both claw and hand. She wears a long dress and a shawl.
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hermiteveryday.bsky.social
Our hearth is swept. Ash grey without the deluxe sparkle. Nothing fancy. We will sit and watch the fire dance and the wind will make rude noises down the chimney. For the winter months this will be a magic place, love condensed keeping our hearts warm.

#vssdaily hearth
#vss365 deluxe
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hermiteveryday.bsky.social
I hear birds on the roof. I go out and scatter seed, open my arms to them. In my dreams my arms sprout feathers and I lift into the air. I think the birds are whispering together because they are also in my dreams, waiting for me to fly. I scratch my arms and a small feather falls.

#fromoneline 394
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wanderingsag.bsky.social
In every fallen leaf I hear a song of you
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tamsinwilson.bsky.social
Portal 8. Staffordshire. Another unconventional horizontal portal made to look like a mossy grave. Gotta watch out for these ones. #tombtuesday
Portrait colour photo of a misty graveyard. A wall runs across the top third of the image and in front it is green grass with graves, and brown leaves on the ground. The closest grave is a rectangle of lime green moss on the ground. The headstone is gone. There are trees in the mist in the background.
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rspb.bsky.social
Red Squirrels always looking like they're about to politely interrupt
A Red Squirrel stands upright on the forest floor, tiny paws clasped neatly together as if waiting nervously to ask a question. Its wide eyes and hesitant posture give it an endearing, almost apologetic expression, as though feeling rather unsure about interrupting.
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ellipticalnight.bsky.social
the best poetry is as much magic as art, or, how john wieners said it, "poets are under magical orders"
rachelfeder.bsky.social
Tell me your most unhinged literary opinion, as a little treat
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vanjpes.bsky.social
The Twilight Zone fifth season ep 'Living Doll' is one of the show's rare tips into full horror. Miserable stepdad Telly Savalas finds his kid's new talking doll doesn't take kindly to his cruel ways. The script hints the doll would hate him even if he was nice. Creepy, malevolent, one of the best.
Living Doll title card, the title overlaid on an image of Savalas' hands winding the doll. Christie, a young girl long hair and a hairband, holds up Talky Tina, a plastic doll in a dress. Christie is smiling and happy. Talky Tina sat on 'her' own on a shelf, looking ahead blankly. The shot is half in shadow and something about Tina appears off. Savalas as Erich, in his workshop. He has Talky Tina's head in a vice and is attempting to light a blowtorch so he can burn the doll.
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joannechocolat.bsky.social
And this morning the Shed is a winding path towards a clearing…
ulveheksa.bsky.social
I'm so glad I decided to read it. The description sounded so blah, but wow. I'm halfway through and every minute I'm doing something else I just want to get back to my book. So so good.
ulveheksa.bsky.social
Forgot alt text, damn it. It's me in 2007 sitting on a high window sill over an old bathtub in an empty bathroom in a warehouse where my best friend and I were taking photos. I'm holding a toy gun. The walls are white. There's a white shower curtain.
ulveheksa.bsky.social
Post you from a different era.

2007 me (taking photos in a random warehouse)
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thekentacorn.bsky.social
Ancient Woodland doesn’t mean the trees are ancient

It means trees have been there undisturbed for thousands of years, & at least since consistent national records started in the 17th Century

It’s the soil that is ancient

The ghosts of the dying & the dead feeding the living
Ancient woodland floor covered in Autumn leaves, seeds and twigs
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joannechocolat.bsky.social
And this morning the Shed is a house in a tree, all lined with dry leaves and thistledown...
ulveheksa.bsky.social
(Translated from Urdu by Afzar Hussain)
ulveheksa.bsky.social
Lost Gods (Brom).

Next up is Thistlefoot (GennaRose Nethercott) and then Black River Orchard (Chuck Wendig).
Cover for Lost Gods by Brom.
ulveheksa.bsky.social
"Speak"

~Faiz Ahmed Faiz
"Speak"

Speak, your lips are free.
Speak, it is your own tongue.
Speak, it is your own body.
Speak, your life is still yours.

See how in the blacksmith's shop
The flame burns wild, the iron glows red;
The locks open their jaws, And every chain begins to break.

Speak, this brief hour is long enough Before the death of body and tongue:
Speak, 'cause the truth is not dead yet, Speak, speak, whatever you must speak.
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artsofexistence.bsky.social
“What is the meaning of life?" That was all - a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years, the great revelation had never come... Instead, there were little daily miracles, illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one.
― Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse
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artsofexistence.bsky.social
"She must find a boat and sail in it. No guarantee of shore. Only a conviction that what she wanted could exist, if she dared to find it."
-- Jeanette Winterson, Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
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