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renalord · 9 months

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the letter D

✰ pairing: gojo satoru x gn!reader

✰ synopsis: when “love” turns into “loved”.

✰ warnings: angst, divorce, slight shibuya arc spoilers.

✰ authors note: reader is a sorcerer, grade not specified. thinking of trying to do another style on my posts, instead of [ pairing, synopsis, warnings, authors note ]. ideas? send em here.

when making a list of the things you hate, you wouldn't expect someone to put a letter down.

just one simple letter.

but maybe you would. maybe you would understand how it changed your life from the present, to the past.

living with gojo satoru was a headache in its fullest. being married to him was worse. it would be challenging, you knew that. that's what you both agreed to when you put a band on the other's finger. a band that was supposed to take you through a lifetime.

what was once laughter and soft whispers to one another as you held eachother in your arms was now yelling and bitter words you never meant to say. an idea that he wished he would've stopped from pouring from his brain.

"i want a divorce." ah, there it is. that letter.

it seemed as though the ground beneath your feet sunk you deep underground when you heard the symbol of your love clatter to the floor. down, down, down. your eyes stayed still on his frozen figure as his looked at the floor, blue eyes which had once held your infinity now dulling at the sight. silence filled the room before the tears came dropping down. plop, plop, plop. maybe in that moment, you had wished satoru wrapped you in his arms, told you he was never going to leave and that he was sorry.

but that moment never came.

it never came even as you were signing the papers, dried tear stains on the documents reminiscent of the ones that were rotted into your home's wood. he stood above you, shiny white hair covering the look in his eyes which you hoped would be one of grief. regret. pain. you waited for the moment he would finally lift his eyes, when the tears would come raining down on you like a warm summer shower. but they never

did.

they never did even as your home became half emptier, and your heart along with it. not even when you dialed his number, something you would regret-- no. something you regretted doing. because when he answered, you were met with silence. did he answer? to be honest, you're not sure. you weren't sure when he was sealed away.

19 days.

19 days, you reminded yourself. you hoped for yourself. yet you cried for him. more useless tears, as they continued to stain the part of your life that was gone forever. more painful memories, as he continued to stray further and further away.

you don't know when it happened. but you do know one thing.

you hate the letter d.

because it turned "love" into "loved".

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8fwd · 4 months

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McLaren's 2024 Pumpkin Can't Be a Lemon

McLaren got the jump on everyone this year by being the first team to officially launch; while not a car, their 2024 livery. While not the most colorful F1 machinery McLaren has ever produced; I find myself missing their beautiful 2020 challenger, the new Papaya and Black scheme leads to a menacing almost Halloween vibe, while still being true to the modern McLaren brand of the Zak Brown Era.

And speaking of the brand, I cannot help but feel this surprise mid-january reveal was down to the fact that all McLaren factory racing efforts this year look to be standardized in terms of livery, and getting that first bit of F1 news out for the new year, and with their new ‘Whatever it takes’ mantra seemed like a no brainer if the cat was already out of the bag with the start of the Formula E season in Mexico a few weeks ago.

And on that new motto, I can’t help but feel this sense of confidence from every move McLaren is making right now. Compared to last year’s funeral of a car launch, where expectations were dashed and heads were hung low, the team feels excited and confident with every move they make.

Despite a slow start last season, 2023 turned into a beautiful year for McLaren, becoming the second fastest team on the grid post-summer break. Lando Norris continued to show brutal speed and consistency across races, and rookie Oscar Piastri showed exactly why he was worth all that fuss in 2022, all while avoid pitfalls we’ve seen other rookies hit in their maiden seasons

Now, after a grueling start and spectacular end to last year’s campaign, the Woking outfit looks to carry that momentum forward to 2024. And they have shiny new toys to try to help, like their brand new wind tunnel, freeing them from using TMG’s excellent, but outdated facility in Cologne. Combine that with new simulators to better help correlation before hitting the track with new upgrades, and McLaren’s new technical team looks to have the right tools to fight at the front.

While a shock Monza win in 2021 broke broke an almost decade long winless streak, and with a few close calls later that season, the 2022 ground effect regulations threw a wrench in the team’s recovery, and big promises came with reinvestment in the team that followed that disappointing first year of the new rules. And while 23 came good in the end, continued growth must be shown, even if the team isn’t immediately challenging for the title this year.

McLaren now needs to deliver, and keep showing that any upward ticks in form aren’t just solely the result of other teams missing their mark. They cannot repeat last year, and they also cannot afford to slid backward throughout the season like Aston Martin did last time out. If any team is to escape the F1 midfield, McLaren needs to not just show they’re ready, but show that they are capable of capitalizing on the new, more equitable F1 landscape.

#f1 #McLaren F1 #McLaren Racing #Formula 1 #F1 News #F1 Opinion #2024 F1 #F1 2024 #F1 Fandom #Original Content

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steddie-fanfic-recs · 4 months

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searching for the elephant

by Adure

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Characters: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Billy Hargrove, Larry Kline, Tommy Hagan, Wayne Munson Additional Tags: Cowboys, Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Sexual Tension, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, (Soft Enemies), Smut, Mutual Pining, First Time, Virgin Eddie Munson, Oblivious Eddie Munson, Summer Love, accidentally-on-purpose charismatic steve harrington, Steddie Big Bang 2023 (Stranger Things), Inspired by Brokeback Mountain, Barebacking, Just the Tip, Happy Ending Words: 52,327 Chapters: 1/1

Summary

Eddie's been working on the Harrington ranch just long enough to learn everything except for the fact that, once a year, Steve comes back and works the ranch for the summer. Steve, with his shiny truck and his too-good-to-be-true smile. A thorn in Eddie's side from the start, slowly but surely making him question everything. Challenging all that he knows. Steve shows up and wrecks everything.

#steddie #steddie fic rec #oneshot #50-100k #friends to lovers #mutual pining

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rebeccathenaturalist · 5 months

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Happy 2024, y'all! It's a sunny day here on the SW Washington coast, and I'm off to a slow, sleepy start after managing to stay up until midnight in spite of myself. I hope you all are having a good start to the shiny new year.

I thought this would a good moment to reflect on the accomplishments of 2023, and look forward to what 2024 might hold.

Last year was, well, a lot of good stuff! Here are a few highlights:

--In addition to keeping my regular roster of online and in-person classes for various community colleges and libraries, I added a few new teaching venues. By far my favorite was the Sitka Center for Art and Ecology, where I had a marvelous time teaching my two-day Nature Identification for the Everyday Naturalist class amid an incredible coastal forest (they're bringing me back this year, too!). I also got to teach in my hometown in Missouri, with a mushroom foraging class at Rolla Public Library and a lichen walk at the Ozark Rivers Audubon Nature Center, both of whom I hope to work with again in the future. And I would be remiss if I didn't mention the series of classes I taught for Wildcraft Studio School in Portland--I'm looking forward to my next round of classes with them for 2024!

--I launched my guided nature tours business, offering ecologically-focused walks and hikes throughout the Pacific Northwest. This was very much a year of "throw things at the wall and see what sticks." Both scheduled hikes and private bookings were successful, though sometimes people thought I only did one or the other, so it was a bit of a challenge getting the word out that nope--I offer both! I'm hoping to expand the scheduled hikes to more locations, since I primarily offered them in the Long Beach, WA area, and I'm hoping to get some private bookings in places I haven't had a chance to explore yet. I do have to say I had a lot of fun taking people out onto some of my favorite trails, as well as some new places, exploring all the amazing flora, fauna, and fungi we met along the way. Here's to more excuses to get outside in 2024!

--With the help of my amazing agent, Jane Dystel of Dystel, Goderich & Bourret LLC, I landed a contract with Ten Speed Press (a division of Penguin Random House) for my book The Everyday Naturalist: How to Identify Animals, Plants, and Fungi Wherever You Go. This is an opportunity well beyond anything I had imagined, and I am super excited for the book to be released in Summer 2025. I've already gotten some excellent editorial feedback to help me make this book the best it can be, and I'm looking forward to this continued journey as I kick off the new year with a big writing session.

--I kept up on my quarterly chapbook schedule, producing four new chapbooks in 2023. It's a lot of work, but people really seem to enjoy them, and I relish the opportunity to dive deeper into topics than I can do in a single article. Speaking of articles, I didn't quite keep up with writing one weekly on my website, but I did alright. And I also kept up a good roster of articles in my Rainy Rambles column for the Coast Weekend paper.

And that's really what I'd love to see in 2024:

--More opportunities to teach and reach new audiences who are interested in learning more about nature identification, foraging, and other natural history topics. Since I do a lot of online teaching, I have plenty of options outside of my local area. And as I make my twice-a-year peregrinations to Missouri, I'm planning to do some teaching along the way.

--More tours, please! 2023 was a really great start, and I had such a great time that I just want to increase the number of days I'm out on the trails with folks. I need to do more promotion, especially outside the Columbia-Pacific region, and really work on getting the word out. Some of that will be online, but there will also be some time spent out in the world, too. It can be a very time-consuming thing, but here's to those efforts paying off.

--I already need to have the manuscript for The Everyday Naturalist turned in this April (I'm going to aim for getting it done early, but we'll see.) A lot of the process beyond that will be out of my hands, other than edits and feedback. Still, this will be another thing that I want to make more people aware of, so you can expect me to keep chatting about book stuff all year. And, of course, I'll keep those article sand chapbooks coming for those of you who can't wait for 2025 to read my work.

--I have some other projects behind the scenes that I'm planning--keep your eyes peeled here for updates! (Or you can join my monthly email newsletter here.)

Wishing you all an excellent 2024!

#The Everyday Naturalist #nature writing #nature #writing #2024 #happy new year

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latibvles · 1 year

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BLIND DATES OC FEST 2023

something for @mercurygray ’s OC Fest, which I … conveniently remembered after restarting The Pacific. So we went with a triple whammy challenge for myself here — new OC, new “canon” character, and a different side of the war. Went into a name generator, got “Vicki Graves” and … now we’re here. Melbourne antics featuring a bar, macarons, a birthday, a selective risk-taker, and Poet’s very first attempts at writing Hoosier. Have a neat little moodboard for my girl, and then the writing is below the cut :) we’re also just short of 2k words I am so normal about her. this also took on a bit of a “Before Sunrise” feel that I’m not ??? mad about ??? anyways moving on—

It was a great camera all things considered.

The latest model — it came with a case and film in a green gift box, sitting pretty on her desk at the office that morning, with a note that read “Happy Birthday Vee ~ Lois” in bubble letters. She was promptly ambushed when she sat down — with balloons and a coffee and a bagel with jam from that bakery down the street. They crowded around her when she opened the box with the camera and the film, Lois at the front with that prideful grin and her hands on her hips.

It was a good morning. Not a bad birthday.

The music was loud, a song being carried by a marine’s not-quite-sober vibrato. He whisked Margie away with that inebriated tenor of his, his friend joined in and he had an arm around her waist as he continued to croon. The music drowned out the shutter of her camera, and the lighting wasn’t terrible either, so Vicki remained seated and observing, peering through her viewfinder and snapping a photo with a click.

She took one earlier, of Lois and the marine she’d been dancing with for the better half of the night. Lew, that’s what he said his name was, tall and broad-shouldered with a smile like trouble. But Lois looked too good in her shirtwaist dress to pass up. The camera wouldn’t capture it, but the warm yellow of it brought out the shininess of her hair, the glow to her summer-tanned skin. Vicki would give it to her tomorrow.

Years from now, she could try to imagine the yellow, and if warranted, the marine holding her too.

No dancing or trouble-making marines for her; she was reserving her courage to spend on calling her mother later, maybe, if it proved to be enough to give her that extra oomf.

Christ, Vick, she could hear Lois scolding her, clear as day. Y’wanna go take pictures of war zones but you can’t even call your own mom?

Well, she’d reply, in war zones they might not ask me if I found a boy to bring home yet. They’d just let me take the damn pictures.

And maybe it was the summer heat making the bar turn stuffy — or maybe the prospect of boyfriends and aspirations and disappointing phone conversations with mother dearest were enough to flush her face and leave her unreasonably flustered. Whatever it was, she didn’t like how Margie, all tangled up in the singing marine, would glance her way and grin, like she was concocting.

And there were far too many people around for concoctions.

Vicki rose, slipping through the excitability and alcohol-induced merriment towards the front door. She wouldn’t leave. Well, maybe she wouldn’t leave, but it was hot and stuffy and she needed air that wasn’t coupled with the hazy scent of cigarettes.

She stepped out into the cool summer night and let out a hefty sigh, the night air cooling the flush to her cheeks almost instantaneously. She could walk home — it was fifteen minutes to her apartment. The sidewalks were busy though, and she wasn’t entirely sure if she wanted to take the risk with so many strangers out and about.

She was still rotating her options when the door opened and shut again. She looked to her left.

Vicki recognized him, vaguely (as in: he’d come in with Lew and they’d approached the table, and she’d noticed the blue to his eyes, the pout to his lips, and the swagger of his walk, and even though he didn’t ask her to dance she almost wished he did).

“He ain’t givin’ her back.” He broke the silence first, his lip curling into a grin. He and Lew had a similar twang to their voices. She followed his eyes as they looked back through the window, to Lois and Lew and their goofy grins.

“First you take my cricket field, now you take my ride home,” she lamented melodramatically, letting herself put her full weight on the window. “Greedy little bunch, you Yanks.” He chuckled, looking down to pull out a cigarette and light it.

“Apologies, ma’am, if it makes up for it I’ve got good word that uh… Bud and your friend there were gettin’ ready to serenade the birthday girl ‘till she slipped away.”

“And is that good word coming from the one meant to reel her back in?” He smiled at her rhetoric, giving a lazy sort of shrug.

“It could be.”

“And does the retriever have a name or should I keep calling him Marine?” She watched as the end of his cigarette burned orange, before smoke slipped from his lips.

“I’ve also got good word it might be Bill. Smith. You wouldn’t happen to know the name of lady he’s looking for, would you?” She couldn’t help but snort at that, shaking her head slightly as the way his grin seemed to grow. She could appreciate a good showman, at the very least. Still, she hesitated for a moment.

That undeniable sort of apprehension creeped in on her. After packing up and fleeing the nest much to her mother’s dismay — she’d had a fill of… of risk-taking. And if she’d learned anything from that, risk meant fall-out and marines, it seemed, were an inherently risky bunch.

And, unfortunately, not risk in the way of action shots and front-page news, at least not on this side of the ocean.

But she could hear Margie and Lois and the girls at the office all egging her on, even if one was currently being serenaded and the other was dancing and the last of the list likely scattered to the winds with husbands and boyfriends and whomever they chose to spend their Friday nights with.

“It’s Vicki.” A pause, she stared at the cigarette before looking back at him.

“Well then sorry for forgettin’ a present, Vicki.” He put out the cigarettes on the brick, letting the butt fall with that grin still playing on his lips. Like a kid poking a bear. Or rather, a kid poking a sedated bear, maybe.

She bit the bullet.

“Could always make it up to me. Since your friend stole my escort and I’m not going back in there with this newfound information.” That caught his attention, he raised a brow.

“Well the guilt’s just eatin’ me alive over here, y’know.” She snorted again and rolled her eyes.

“There’s a bakery, fifteen minutes from here. Got good coffee too. Buy me a coffee and all’s forgiven,” She pushed herself from the wall at that point, looking at him expectantly and without skipping a beat Bill did the same, offering her arm. “Wouldja look at that? Marine’s got manners. You might be winning me over.” She didn’t miss the way his grin grew impossibly wider, like she’d just given him a gold star, or the way he rolled his eyes at the remark. She took his arm, and started a half-walk half-drag down the streets.

Bill was funny — and observant. He’d lean down, mutter something in her ear and vaguely gesture to indicate where to look and she’d end up snickering and swatting his arm. It seemed that he could find some quick-witted remark in everything they saw. Vicki could offer him tidbits: where to get a good meal, the shortcuts to cut through, which bars the RACMPs liked to frequent on their days off.

She saw a lot through her viewfinder. What good was seeing things if she couldn’t share them? Even if her note resulted in him telling a story about a handful of marines getting into a brawl at a bar.

“But not you, right? Such a fine upstanding marine wouldn’t dream of it.” And he ran his hand across his own cheek in a caress, turning this way and that to show off the lack of bruises or other signs of a fight.

“Never me. Wouldn’t dream of it.” In a way that was so drawn-out and dry that she knew he meant quite the opposite, and she could appreciate his roundabout honesty.

“Lois was doing a touristy article on small businesses on this side of the city. Needed me to come take pictures of the place, the owner and all that.” She explained as he opened the glass door for her, and they stepped inside. Then Vicki turned, made a sweeping gesture for him to step towards the counter. “Tell them Vicki’s regular. Feel free to get yourself something too.” She gave him a wink at his playfully drawn out ‘yes ma’am’ — and made her own way to the display case to peruse.

“Quite the present you’re unwrappin’ there, Vee,” she looked up at one of the cashiers, Bette, who was eyeing Bill up and down as he spoke to the other man on shift like he was a steak dinner. “Who knew you had it in ya? Think I can get a turn next?” Vicki rolled her eyes, choosing not to entertain her antics this time around. “The usual, I take it?”

“And a slice of that chocolate cake, too.”

“Oh she’s really feeling adventurous,” Bette giggled as she started to pack away a dozen macarons in a pretty pink box, and then a large cake slice in another. Vicki immediately went to fish for her wallet, but the blond held up her hand. “On the house. Happy Birthday, never say I didn’t do anything for ya, and if you don’t take him upstairs it’s double next time.”

“I miss when you were smaller and too shy to speak to me.” Vicki lamented with a faux sigh, and Bette giggled.

“And I miss when you lived a little more.” Vicki took the two boxes, found her usual table by the window and sat down. Shortly after Bill came back, with two cups and she gestured to the seat across from her.

“All is forgiven then?” He asked with a grin, before noticing the bigger box in between them. “D'aww you shouldn’t have.”

“Sit and entertain me for a while then yeah, all is forgiven.” She gave him a more contained smile, taking her own coffee cup and eyeing it for a moment before cracking open the box of macarons and plucking one of the pistachio ones from the box to pop into her mouth. She watched as he reached for the chocolate one, wordless for a moment as he ate it with a boyish grin.

She wondered what the fallout of this would be — four years she’d lived in Melbourne, with this private tradition of eating and people watching once a year after the girls brought her out for celebrations. Why she decided to break this tradition with a marine she knew so little about, she had no explanation for. Maybe it was just a way to avoid calling her mother. A temporary distraction.

Bill looked out the window, pointed at another man in dress uniform stumbling around, and his shoulders shook in suppressed laughter at the sight . It was enough to make her snicker a little.

A damn good distraction, if any.

It was his turn to ask the questions now, coupled with wise-crack remarks and the occasional grin that oozed ‘you know you wanna laugh.’ Sometimes, she’d roll her eyes in spite of the corner of her lip twitching, or hide the grin behind her coffee cup.

“Anyone tell you you’ve got a smart mouth, Bill Smith?”

“You and the entire first marines, Vicki No-Last-Name.”

“Well then that just means it holds merit, now doesn’t it?” She watched as he went to grab another macaron from the box, and she found herself reaching for the camera around her neck.

If they let her go overseas, take pictures of the war unfolding, there probably wouldn’t be many shots like this. Of men in states of content in their dress uniforms, with pretty coffee cups and clean faces and troublemaking grins. But she still wanted to see it, to get a photo that would end up on the front page of The Age and show everyone what it was like out there. If the editor was willing to take a chance on her and feed into it a little bit.

In for a Penny, she tried to rationalize, and she didn’t hesitate to snap the photo as Bill eyed her in a moment of confusion.

“What’s that for?” He asked, raising a brow. Vicki shrugged simply.

“Me. What good’s a birthday if I’ve got nothing to remember it,” she sipped her coffee, and with another contained smile, she added, “And it’s… Graves. Vicki Graves.”

#that scene in before sunrise where she’s like #‘i met this guy in Vienna…’ etc etc #and Jesse pretends to be her friend on the phone #same energy‚ in my humble opinion #blind dates oc fest 2023 #Hoosier smith x ofc #the pacific fic

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sunnydaleherald · 10 months

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Tuesday, August 1

ANYA: God, they’re depressing. HALFREK: Oh, who are they kidding with that happy shiny crap? ANYA: Six weeks tops and she’s calling on me for vengeance. HALFREK: (laughs) Oh, he better run for cover. ANYA: What’s that supposed to mean? HALFREK: Oh, sweetie, you know exactly what it means. ANYA: Excuse me? HALFREK: It’s the talk of the Order. They’re calling you Miss Softserve. Tell me you don’t know this.

~~Buffy Season 7 Episode #123: "Lessons"~~

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alapagedeslivres · 6 months

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Mon calendrier de l'Avent 2023 : numéro 8

JOUR 8Le livre que je n’aurais pas lu si… Je sélectionnerai des livres à foison que je n’aurais pas lu si… si je n’étais pas engagé dans un challenge. Ils sont nombreux les challenges en 2023 : – 2023 sera classique– Shiny Summer Challenge 2023– NetGalley Challenge 2023– Blossom Spring Challenge 2023– Cold Winter Challenge 2022Ils sont donc nombreux les livres que j’ai choisis pour respecter…

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gsasustainability · 7 months

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Alice Biolo, Silversmithing and Jewellery Design

GSA Sustainability Prize Winner Summer 2023, Commended

Under the skin is a collection of brooches developed from the concept of pain and trauma. The brooches become an intent of translating an emotional state into 7 main physical wearable objects, representing different stages of trauma and how most humans process it. The collection is composed of cylindrical shaped silver hollow structures, with a hidden compartment on the inside, a metaphor of the human state, linear and simple on the outside but complex on the inside. In the traditional sense jewellery serves the purpose of conveying certain symbolism or status toward the outside world. In this instance the lack thereof and the simplicity of the design to the eye of the observer creates a special sentiment for the wearer alone. When worn, the wearer can choose to show and share with an audience the back of the brooch, or keeping it for themselves. The collection is an echo of social behaviour encouraged within our society, to show the attractive aspects of ourselves and share those with the world, while we are encouraged to hide those less appealing and possibly hurtful and damaging, keeping our most vulnerable parts to ourselves. Under the skin aims to open a conversation and awareness regarding mental health and how individual but similar humans experience are.

Under the Skin collection is made of mixed metals, precious metals such as Sterling silver and 24K gold plated pins, semi-precious stones such as red garnets from Mozambique and second-hand red garnets kindly gifted from the Scottish Goldsmith Trust, and stainless-steel pins. My decision to use precious and non-precious, ‘new’ and ‘old’ materials is to challenge the public, which perceive value on just some of them, and traditionally talking mixing these materials would ‘bring down’ the value of these objects.

Trauma can be when you get too close to the fire when you are a child, and learn from it to survive, or a traumatic experience that will stop you from living and will change who you are forever. Either way, trauma is experienced from each one of us on a daily basis, from the moment we take our first breath in this world. The collection aims to be a narration of trauma, from the first brooch N.1, shiny and intact, where the pins are not visible but present on the inside, to an evolution, where the trauma slowly start to show. A small opening on the back of the N.2 shows us the pins partially, the silver container slowly become darker and unpolished. In N.3 the hole becomes bigger, the pins are taking over and the light from the silver is almost gone. The darkness took over, the outside is now completely covered. The individual is aware of what is happening, a condense group of red garnets, symbolising blood, is concentrated in N.4 and an explosion of pain takes action in N.5. The pain slowly decreases, leaving some blood behind under a bed of pins, N.6. N.7 represent the moment when the pain and trauma someone experiences are processed, becomes part with the individual which now will live with them forever.

Photo credit: Shannon Toft

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