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Estuary Of Flowers

In dreams I want to fly but fall like a silent prayer. My limbs are an anchor as I slip beneath the surface. Opened mouthed my lungs expand, struggling palms lie flat as gentle waves of the river rock me. Seaweed strands of hair mingle with the sigh of my breath, my only thing of […]

via Estuary of Flowers — House of Heart

By MBBlissett

Writer. Working on book-length projects and posting fiction and poetry here.

You can find more about me here:

Represented by SMART Talent Agency (

I am available for writing projects via my agent, Kelly and I look forward to hearing from you.

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