Come Home

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Every morning she would put flowers in her hair
and wish that he would come home.
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Illustration Friday – Routine
Inspire Me Thursday – Create Against the Clock

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Gone

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She made up her mind about her future on that long walk home.

When she arrived she went through all of her things and threw them out,

erasing herself quietly behind closed doors…

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I guess we’ll never know what she was thinking.

It’s just as well.

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- Rodrigo Garcia

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Illustration Friday – Detaching herself from her old life

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I wish I could sail away

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I go on to compare that infinite silence with this voice,
and I remember the eternal and the dead seasons,
and the living present, and its sound,
so that in this immensity my thoughts are drowned,
and shipwreck seems sweet to me
in this sea.

- Giacomo Leopardi

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Illustration Friday – Sail

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Dream

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When the lights go out, the sea would rise at the foot of her bed, like magic.
The four winds would guide ships to faraway lands and the stars would gather around her,
whispering their secrets.
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Illustration Friday – Poof!
Inspire Me Thursday – Shrink

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