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We Were All Ghosts

Tuesday, March 19, 2019

It had snowed in early Spring, and a warm snap caused a cloak of mist to settle among the trees. I walked in the heavy air, so dense it made my breath sound like that of a stranger. I was grieving, and the stillness was a salve. Moving shapes emerged and I found myself among a herd of deer; they slipped around me on invisible legs, horns soft as wings against the swirling ether. I froze, I held my breath. They paid no mind to my presence. I wondered if we were ghosts.





See how this memory influenced one of my pendant necklaces called, "I Never Liked Spring".
Photo by Marek Szturc

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