Nostalgic perfume.

He’ll turn up Harvest Moon, playing it like it’s 1972 and I’ll know that it’s gonna be one of those nights: the nights that are ours, our way, our wild—I love how we do nights.

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A LOVE LETTER TO YOU

The mirage of January gifts the new year—February.

Welcome sweet February, what is your dance? Before opening your door may we welcome habitudes, ones that allow us to sit still and ask—what is required of our hands (and heart).

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5:21AM SUNRISE

My heart was longing. My words, travelling safely, hiding the child-like hope that lay beneath my facade. I wanted you to be real and my faith told me you were—my head, loud with hope.

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PROBIOTIC SKIN FOOD AKA ESSE ORGANICS

After over 30 hours of air travel I started our African stint feeling like a dehydrated crusty caterpillar. My skin was dry upon dry. After a week of using various products that didn't seem to hydrate the mess my skin was in I decided to visit the local health food shop and get a proper skin consultation. I've never really been one to give my skin a lot of attention, rather—I've been out having fun frying it as I've chased the sun most my life (silly girl).

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THE MANTLE CALLED NOW.

Our spontaneous life, It seems this way indeed chose us and we are indeed owning it - when adventures residue settles like dust on a mantle called now it's important to commune and banter about the beat of your heart or it can somewhat feel like life is happening to you. 

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