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My words are worn, dusted of amber, sandalwood, and vanilla hues laced with longing. But it isn’t my words she needs to know me. She tastes the seal made from the resins of my becomin…
Tisha Dee✨
Ann Marie Steele
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I write about love and loss, what I observe and experience — I write about hope. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.
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