Natanya Lara
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Mother of boys. Truth-teller. Magical being.
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Stupid Lucky
I don’t know where we’re going, don’t ask, keep driving up the mountain in the dark... . . . . . It is sometime in the wee hours before sunrise. Eyes closed in a futile attempt at sleep, I can feel the springs inside the mattress of the unfamiliar twin bed, hear them creak when I turn. Far away voices filter in between my drowsy thoughts..
By Natanya Lara4 years ago in Confessions
Crafting Magic
Measure the canvas. Chart the space. Choose the colors. Cut the fabric. And then, fall into creating the image. I am three years old, standing on the patio behind the house, looking into the woods. It’s dusk, the magic hour. Mist seems to come into form, trees speak to me. Time does not exist. There is only now, and the magic.
By Natanya Lara5 years ago in Humans



