Wednesday

the month trembled like a butterfly

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Today, I'm exactly where I want. 
Right here, I tried to build up my own personal doll house.
I like waking up every morning with the sunlight gently touching my face,
and the singing of the birds simply means, "hello, good morning!"
I like that wherever I look, it feels that there are hundreds of poetry waiting
to be written. I want to find them, and paint, and maybe turn some into
oceans, and into seas, and into skies.


10 comments:

  1. I like everything in those photos <3
    And as always, the way you write is very unique :)

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  2. That room looks so lovely. Like living in a dream from childhood, the type of magical place ones dreams can run free!
    Ell

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  3. It all.sounds.lovely, let's do that!
    Xoxo

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  4. haze, this is so beautiful.your words, the pictures. you and your room are just perfect! I have missed you! (guess who this is... shhhh)

    xxxxx

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  5. i am so, so happy for you. i really am x

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  6. Your room definitely looks like a poet's space. Light and full of fairy muses.

    Love you and miss you Haze <3

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  7. Miss you lots my angel. Visible or not, i am always here watching you .

    Yours
    anne.

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  8. So, so lovely, I'd forgotten to visit your blog for a while and now i remember how much I was missing xxx

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  9. got here through aiz. :) and she's right, i love the feel of your blog too. ♥ following you..

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It feels like my heart has been bewitched by you and is keeping track of time on it's own.