"Some women are lost in the fire. Some women are built from it."
It was slow-going at first, but I was determined to feed us. I stole eggs from nests, caught fish in nets, sometimes managed to shoot a squirrel or rabbit for stew, and gathered the various plants that sprung up beneath my feet. Plants are tricky. Many are edible, but one false mouthful and you’re dead. I checked and double-checked the plants I harvested with my father’s pictures. I kept us alive.
I just made it, but it’s soon to be filled with junk!
(junk = awesome paintings and illustrations and pop art and it’s all amazing!)
You guys should follow my awesome cousin’s art blog because she is crazy talented and I know I don’t have many followers but still. Check it out.
Lost in the city of angels
Down in the comfort of strangers
I found myself in the fire burnt hills
In the land of a billion lights
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