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Atomic Flowers

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Share this Post Illustration by Elizabeth Bowling. “Be still, child. Let time undo itself so we may all return to our true home, the warmth of a kissed cheek in the vacuum of space from our true mother star, telling us to be calm and float away to pollinate every planet we see. They are as innumerable as the infinity above, around, and within you, each a channel for creation. Let life appear and disappear again, blink and breathe in and out, forever and ever, amen.” These were the last words my ma would say to me every night, and …