prairieskygal: Day 7/365: Forgotten Language
prairieskygal: 13/365: They're watching you...
prairieskygal: Day 23/365: [119] Things that lose by being painted
prairieskygal: Day 27/365: O Death
prairieskygal: Day 28/365: I pass by your name
prairieskygal: Glamour edit
prairieskygal: Day 52/365: Matsyasana
prairieskygal: Today all I could remember was the way your body held the ocean of my self & for a moment there was only one us in all creation.
prairieskygal: I'm not sure how it's going to turn out, except I'll die in the end, she said. So, really, what could go wrong?
prairieskygal: I've always liked the time before dawn because there's no one around to remind me who I'm supposed to be, so it's easier to remember who I am
prairieskygal: Day 61/365: Israfel
prairieskygal: Day 67/365: even though they look like they're flying south, they're really stuck right here with the rest of us for the winter
prairieskygal: Day 73/365: he followed the sun & she followed the stars & in dreams they listened closely for the beginning of all things, for that was where they knew they'd find each other
prairieskygal: Day 76/365: Crawling in to a large hole without any idea where it leads, but she knows where she's at right now & it can't get any worse
prairieskygal: She laid on my chest & her breathing filled me almost to beyond what I could hold.
prairieskygal: Are you a princess?
prairieskygal: Day 80/365: this is a picture of a mythical creature
prairieskygal: He wanted to recover something, some idea of himself perhaps,
prairieskygal: Day 86/365: Blessed Event
prairieskygal: Day 162/365: this is the exact center of the universe which explains why none of the usual rules apply here
prairieskygal: Day 118/365: I know he's not really gone, she said, but the world still feels smaller to me today.
prairieskygal: Day 180/365: shower angel I
prairieskygal: Day 183/365: shower angel II
prairieskygal: Day 193/365: Crush
prairieskygal: Day 194/365
prairieskygal: Day 197/300: she gathered the daisies and placed them in a vase on the table.
prairieskygal: Day 203/365: a dance, one of many
prairieskygal: Black Aggie