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Holly L. Thomas
Dec 19, 20201 min read
Make yourself a seed
Make yourself a seed. Drop to your knees to reclaim your beginning. Furl yourself back to potential. Be small again. Tight. Curled....


Holly L. Thomas
Dec 18, 20201 min read
Dusk, storm
Unseen forces roar the trees and bend them into music. The moon pins silver to the sky. Night doesn’t fall—it rises. Hecate waits at the...


Holly L. Thomas
Dec 18, 20201 min read
This poem is you
...One of the billions of yesses whispered by whatever you call God.
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