thoughts splintered some sharp others dull and short reports wobble out from flat digital boxes hung from careless walls breath tight or not there at all walking distance from the back to the ground floor books and writing on the walls in the tunnels by the bay ocean blue line thin horizon children grow up and grow into a certain kind of thought me i haven’t grown yet so i color in the sand with tiny sea shells found around my ankles as the tide retreats from me
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words less spoken 
…thin horizon children… being a particularly haunting line: ace. xo
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Thank you friend through my lens the horizon has represented the fork in the road I’m processing some stuff right now and I keep going back to childhood and how even then we are forced to go above or below the horizon. And by doing so we lose something…so I grieve. Thanks for reading xoxo
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Interesting stuff.
Also… I always particularly enjoy the phrase ‘in the offing’ as a reference to the horizon. It is still used (here) occasionally, but more so in reference to an event that is coming up…”anything in the offing?” xxPeas.
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Ah….thank you I like that. Xoxoxo
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This is gorgeous m ♥️
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Thank you friend xoxo 🙂
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A pleasure ♥️
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