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Erythemis Simplicicollis

I will find comfort in the darkness.

The only limit is your imagination.

There is no space between us, only time.

What was scattered gathers. What was gathered blows away. -Heraclitus

My hand-stitched wings itch to take flight to test the winds of change that inevitably blow at the end of a cycle. -Bianca Bowers

And there are never really endings, happy or otherwise. -Erin Morgenstern

I was born during Spring.

I live in darkness. I find comfort there.