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Thoughts to Ink, Page to Mark. An Ode to New England. The number thirteen is cursed. Thirteen roses wither on twine. Hanging from the vanity, red and white. They transcend their lustrous plush. Into an eternity of sentimental paper. Tied with hemp and a prism of quartz. Thirteen dried roses, collect dust. White light shattering into a spectrum of color. Always reminds me of morning. On my fingertips rest her eyes in the state that owns autumn.

When you stop learning, you stop living. A lie, a deception;. Wondering where to go;. And at last, a sign. Ahead lies a fork in the road,. A path must I take;. A decision to be made. I will not deny destiny. For I cannot fight fate,. And though it weighs heavy,. This choice is mine to make. Aware that the truth hurts,. I have to lie now.

The world in the eyes of the diversified dames. One day, not so long ago four girls from starkly different points of the world decided to start a blog, With the intent to highlight the differences and similarities between cultures, beliefs, and people through our words. From our places in the world we have found a kinship in our writing, similarities in our fears and passions, and friendship despite the distance between us.

The end closer than the beginning. But Summer is reluctant to yield. A burning intensity not easily dismissed. One final burst, exiting the stage. First stirrings of the long dormant heart. A chrysalis yearning to burst forth as a new creation. The change of seasons heralds a new beginning. Tentative, uncertain, yet firm in refusing to yield. To past regrets and dreams forgotten.