Bone-weary melting-soft

I fall into puddles that cannot contain me.

Her work is betimes perplexing as it is fulfilling; tiring as it is enervating.

Sometimes I wonder what in heaven’s name I am doing. My fingers are worked to the bone; I could sleep for a thousand years.

But it will always be worth it.

Author: Morag

Morag Spinner is a writer, a witch, and an activist (sometimes all three) living in British Colmbia, Canada. Zie's fat and genderqueer, and zie crafts all manner of things, from spell jars to duct tape bags to shawls to blankets to random bits of kitsch. Zie's obsessed with chocolate and listens to far too much Evanescence.

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