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January 25 - March 1, 2023
Passion and annoyance were fire, and fire was alive and crackling with power. Fire breathed. Grief was a vat of quicksand; the more one struggled against it, the deeper it pulled one under. I’d much rather be set ablaze than buried alive.
“I was unaware you were fluent in anything other than sarcasm.”
Fingers of moonlight reached over the spires and slid down the roof, casting the shadows of the sleigh and horses in sinister shapes.
“I cannot wait to see you outshine everyone. Myself included.
Perhaps it was time for fathers to teach their sons how to behave around young women. They were not born superior, no matter how society falsely conditioned them. We were all equals here.
No matter how much Thomas pretended otherwise, he was still a man.
I know you do not require protecting, yet I struggle with wanting to make you happy.”
It was as if time had heaved itself up from falling to its knees, and carried on as if it weren’t scraped and bruised.
Love, too, needs attention and affection, or else it slowly withers away from neglect.
Do not allow your bountiful garden to turn to ash, Cousin. No one wants to stroll in the aftermath of neglect when they could be dazzled by a lush garden full of roses.
I took my brother’s old advice and forgot about murder and death for a few moments, allowing myself to remember that life was beautiful even during the darkest hours.