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I looked up the word ‘yellow’ the other day. I found so many shades of yellow that they had been distinguished by words like gold honey daffodil. I found words like fire and sand and champagne and lemon and sunbeam and I even found a song. Now imagine someone telling yellow

I looked up the word ‘yellow’ the other day. 

I found so many shades of yellow that they had been distinguished by words like 
gold
honey
daffodil.

I found words like fire and sand and champagne and lemon and sunbeam and I even found a song.
Now imagine someone telling yellow
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0️⃣BlackBetty ⚓️ 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹 This thread is fire btw I love that you have everything on one spool!🧵 lol I do almost all of the same things as you a few I do slightly different so I’m excited to try your way and see if it’s better. I am winging it. I use the mindset “what would my grandmother have done?”

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You were taught to smile at the rhyme. Ring around the rosie. But no one told you it was about death. The rash. The flowers. The fall. Its strange, isn't it? How grief finds a way to survive even in playground songs. We never knew…😢⬇️

You were taught to smile at the rhyme.

Ring around the rosie.
But no one told you it was about death.

The rash.
The flowers.
The fall.
Its strange, isn't it?

How grief finds a way to survive even in playground songs.

We never knew…😢⬇️
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"She Was Not Tamed" She walked with briars in her hair, mud on her knees, blood on her lip. The trees knew her name, not the one they gave her, but the one she tore from the throat of the wind. She did not ask. She did not yield. She remembered the howl and called it home.

"She Was Not Tamed"

She walked with briars in her hair, mud on her knees, blood on her lip.

The trees knew her name,
not the one they gave her,
but the one she tore
from the throat of the wind.

She did not ask.
She did not yield.
She remembered the howl
and called it home.
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I like people who tell real, honest stories about themselves, even when it makes them look bad, so other people can learn from their mistakes. I like people who tell their stories despite what others may think about them because they know somebody needs to hear that growth is