Bry LeBerthon

You are in a Dream. Fiction. Based on a true grounding practice.
You yourself are the gnarled trunk of a tree, leaning towards the manmade river’s call,...
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Wanting Everything
My mother lights the first shaky candle, and sets it in my hands. She turns...
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Ticking Timebomb
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my nails are chewed down to the quick, but i am clawing my way out...
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Stars Will Fall
even our most well-preserved of memories will be gone. we will dissipate, with grace or...
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Monument Valley
the moments you found beautiful trapped in the amber of time gentle fingers plucking colors...
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