108 Days of American Sentence – Day 8: Diffused Longing
life measured in shadows
Read MoreAuthor: Holly Troy
Holly hails from an illustrious lineage of fortune tellers, yogis, folk healers, troubadours and poets of the fine and mystical arts. Shape-shifting Tantric Siren of the Lunar Mysteries, she surfs the ebbs and flows of the multiverse on the Pure Sound of Creation. Her alchemy is Sacred Folly — revolutionary transformation through Love, deep play, Beauty, and music.
108 Days of American Sentence – Day 7: Chop Wood Carry Water
routine is my exoskeleton. my bones feel useless.
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love and bewilderment
Read Moreleaving ~ 108 Days of American Sentence – Day 5
It was raining-snowing. They asked me to come over and watch the grammys with them. I almost said no, but thought I might never have a second chance. The couch was warm. Adele was flat.
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at first, the danger brought us all closer together
Read MoreUpside Down ~ 108 Days of American Sentence: Day 3
i was in a daze. we both pretended everything was normal.
Read MoreSurprising News ~ 108 Days of American Sentence – Day 2
he called me, frightened. everything changed.
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holly troy ~ sacred folly 