This is so beautiful and reflective, like the lake that holds your heart. I could feel the emotions surrounding me, like the subtle salt in the air by the sea, that soaks into your hair and skin without even realising. Such a gorgeous piece, thank you for writing this! 🤍
There’s a stillness in this piece that caught me off guard—the kind that holds both grief and grace in the same breath. The shell “streaked with moon and midnight,” the purple octopus, the fog lifting like a metaphor that doesn't need explaining—every image felt like a whisper from somewhere deep. Thank you for writing with such quiet courage. This one will stay with me.
Your reflection on the sea and the sky feels so beautifully alive. There’s something about the way you describe the contrast between the fog and the blue sky that resonates deeply—it’s as if you’re capturing not just a moment, but a shift in perspective. That search for shells, the moon and midnight streaks, and the quiet beauty of driving home with the fog lifting—everything feels like it’s leading to something profound. And the mention of loneliness in survival? That really hit me. It's a quiet truth we don’t always acknowledge. I look forward to hearing more about your book proposal. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful, intimate part of your journey.
Beautiful x
This is so beautiful and reflective, like the lake that holds your heart. I could feel the emotions surrounding me, like the subtle salt in the air by the sea, that soaks into your hair and skin without even realising. Such a gorgeous piece, thank you for writing this! 🤍
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This is a gorgeous piece, Kayti. Love reading your work.
Thank you, Natalie xo
so beautiful 😍
So beautiful- your phrases are so poetic. Thank you.
Thank you, Lee xo
Oh the joy of being inside the writing. I was right there with you. ❤️
Your writing is so lovely. #WriteOn
There’s a stillness in this piece that caught me off guard—the kind that holds both grief and grace in the same breath. The shell “streaked with moon and midnight,” the purple octopus, the fog lifting like a metaphor that doesn't need explaining—every image felt like a whisper from somewhere deep. Thank you for writing with such quiet courage. This one will stay with me.
Your reflection on the sea and the sky feels so beautifully alive. There’s something about the way you describe the contrast between the fog and the blue sky that resonates deeply—it’s as if you’re capturing not just a moment, but a shift in perspective. That search for shells, the moon and midnight streaks, and the quiet beauty of driving home with the fog lifting—everything feels like it’s leading to something profound. And the mention of loneliness in survival? That really hit me. It's a quiet truth we don’t always acknowledge. I look forward to hearing more about your book proposal. Thank you for sharing such a beautiful, intimate part of your journey.