From the mind of a happy writer-homemaker. I created my very own Being June site. Then again, you might not.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening. Hope is the Thing with Feathers. The Bustle in a House. Because I Could Not Stop For Death. If you were coming in the fall. The Cloak, The Boat And The Shoes. Within Lady Liberty burns an eternal truth,. A solemn truth against which tyrants. For in their blindness is the light.

Music, indie, underground and Dreamscape. Lost things in the twilight. Heavy rains wrack the plains Comes quick and back again. A downpour collides with my mind. She comes to me in dreams. Glued to the pulp of the sun where the embers build temples into the sky. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them in a rush. Those blurred red sun spots cool my mind. We are magic and I mark the foothills where we walk. My lover is distant neither here nor there.

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Lilith, John Collier, 1887. A substance, a vital force bends me towards the eternal home. Of scars borne of failed affection such was the strength. Of my desire, that I sank us too soon into oblivion. And the descent, the spill of ruined intention.