Liz Wheaton

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Listen: Go to the forest. Get lost there. Find a shack to live in. A shack that, like your soul, might need endless days and nights of repair. Let your hair grow out. Your soul reviving, you’ll look great with locks! In any case: Disappear from the devil’s plantation; let him harvest his own poisoned crops.
The World Will Follow Joy: Turning Madness into Flowers (New Poems)
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