Vernal Equinox

It’s been months since I’ve been able to ground. What a relief….

By Ophelia Keane BraedenPublished about 10 hours ago • 1 min read

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The light takes over.

My energy clears. Now I

can open my eyes.

Gratitude Haiku Mental Health nature poetry

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Ophelia Keane Braeden

Quirky fiction, hand-crafty non-fiction, random poetry. The muse strikes from all angles! Grab your favorite floatation device and join me on the wandering river of writerly flow!

None of my writing is ever touched by AI.

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Vernal Equinox

It’s been months since I’ve been able to ground. What a relief….

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Amber Noir.

Prince of peace a

ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰𝔦𝔠 𝔖𝔥𝔬𝔯𝔱 𝔖𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 ℌ𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔯