Ethan

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Edd Allen

Country roads in Japan

Angel

She can see her house from here. So far off, it seems to hardly exist, Much like how she feels about home Though the two have never coincided

She feels the rough concrete where she sits It's broken in places and dirty; Nobody's allowed up here anyway, They might hurt themselves or something

Nobody looks up at her dangling feet She doesn't blame them, of course She can hardly see them at all And she's always seen so clearly

She stands up and looks around At the highest point that she can see, She feels just like an angel, Her dress flaps in the wind

When she wakes, she will have wings Wings that would have saved her, Were they hers in this life Imagining their soft feathers in her hands,

She falls.

to the people who have followed me lately that I did not greet

Fall paintings

I'm trying to paint every weekend but i might switch to winter paintings now.