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Another crochet top makes it out of my pinterest inspiration board!

Poetry by Betty No, the angels did not run out Of paint when coloring my skin Rectification is paramount Since all my life I have been Unique in my way, yet no misfit. For my worth extends far beyond What you’ve known, what you’ve seen. And in my oneness, I belong To the big picture of humanity. Rich and heterogeneous. You might call my angels clumsy But to me, they were generous To wrap me in a pattern That only God could duplicate. Singular piece of a big puzzle, The space

Désillusion et découverte de soi. La mue des amours est une quête en soi.

Love transcends the ages. What are the odds of Leo reuniting with an incarnation of his long-lost sweetheart?

The only self-help book that is allowed to tell me what to do.

A work of poetry about the wind and what it takes with it.

The annual rendezvous of the art enthusiasts. Are you attending for more than an Instagrammable picture?

Poetry by Betty and Thomy Il passe sans attendre personne Rapprochant les uns, Eloignant les autres; Ses raisons sont sans doute bonnes... Guérissant certaines blessures En apportant des réponses, Son fil est une drôle de mesure Quelquefois porteur de chance. Parfait en lui-même Il s’auto-complète, Nous comble de nos pertes; Nul n’en reste indemne. Il nous rappelle toujours combien Étant limité, il nous est compté. Une loi stricte que nul n’enfreint, Cycle incessant au coeur

At the rise of fame, Gwynplaine shamelessly chose his dignity.

Starting the year on a positive note, My Wish for You is that you bloom.

Adultery, treason, a tainted legacy. It all started with a 19-year-old girl.

Remember the SAFW Student Competition exhibition? Let's dive into the designers' minds.

You've seen purple all over your social media; here's why you should care.

An ode to the moon in the most romantic language

I crocheted this little handbag as a reward (or a punishment?) for working super super hard.

On 12 Summer Street, I met Olwethu and Thabiso. They were such darlings.

An ode to this beautiful vessel of flesh. Have you hugged yourself today?

I went to an art expo, found some live jazz and left with a wool blanket, a new friend, and a little healing.

A scandal that almost wrecked a happy (happy?) family. But what did we really expect from Marc-Antoine?

Women give life, women teach, women guide, women live, women love.