This isn’t a story. It’s a flicker from the ash. A whisper from the quiet wild. A letter that remembers what the fire tried to ...
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Letter from the Ash, No. I Written beneath a crown of smoke and stillness “Silence is not cold. No, it is fire. And ...
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You weren’t lightning. You were roots.” —Elowen This isn’t a love letter. It’s a recollection spell. The retelling...
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“This isn’t about being healed. It’s about being honest.” —Elowen There are parts of me I was taught—or gui...
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1. The Silence They Taught Me Growing up, long before shame learned my name, I was taught to fear it. Before I could even name it...
I didn’t always know how to name the intense feeling that lived within me, with me—the ache. But I felt it—in t...
There are words that arrive quietly—unraveling like smoke, pulsing like memory. This post is for those words. It’s for the genre that ha...
6/19/2025
“Some silences are sacred. Others are just waiting to be broken.” —Elowen I miss you, old friend. I miss what we had—who w...
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