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July 2 - July 8, 2023
She’d had a name, once. Her mother had given it to her. Lián’ér, meaning “lotus”: the flower that bloomed from nothing but mud, a light in the darkest of times.
Calm the storm of your emotions. A restless ocean is not one to sail upon.
“Peace be upon your soul,” he murmured, “and may you find the Path home.”
night spilled in like a bowl of fresh-ground ink.
The heroes in her stories had never bled.
that single bladed word held a thousand more.
mists coiled around them like sleeping dragons.
