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There are many words here – words to pick up, to roll around your brain, to share. I present a collection of slightly larger stories.
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The eyes are partially painted by hand.
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Thank you so much to my #SecretSantaNZ2021! I love it when people share their favourite books with me and I can't wait to read this one - even the blurb sounds right up my alley. Everything in the parcel brought joy 🎄
Officially changing from a writing twitter to a #SecretSantaNZ2021 twitter. Running out of new hint ideas, but I can confirm the ears are pierced. I think pins/badges are neat. I've taught my cat to high five and jump hurdles, so I probably need new hobbies🤷♀️
Dad sings electric light orchestra again as he washes up - for the "extra power!" I take his sudsy hands and measure their value in a hug. #RāmereShorts
Thank you to my #MidWinterSecretSanta!! Cinnamon went absolutely feral over the salmon sticks (zoom to pic 3). And I'm very much looking forward to a fancy new cup of tea and choccy biccy while watching the Olympics later ☕🧡
I slather honey on uncooled toast. It melts to the second slice and ornamental plate. I guess that's why you lick your fingers meaningfully. #RāmereShorts
Hint time for #MidWinterSecretSanta. Loose leaf tea is always a winner (except for fruity flavours). I love spoiling my cat (her name is Cinnamon). I've recently rediscovered sewing. And I'm currently putting together a gallery wall in my lounge - but it's looking a little empty!
He breathes himself into being, smoke-grey body stretching across the sunset like a scar. Each stroke of his wings sends down a gale. His tail scatters up showers. He looks down on the greed of the world and is grateful that his only hoarded gold is that of the rising sun.
After yesterday's lightsaber comments at @samesamebutdnz1, I've realised there's something missing from my life - a pride flag pin made of stacked rainbow lightsabers 🌈 Can any local artists help me out?
Ours is a healing love
Easing the aches and
Battlescars
We still get burnt on cloudless days
Sunshine yellow is
Nauseatingly sweet
For you, I'd cross a river
Ours is a blossoming love
Pink-flushed
We laze in a summer day
Unfurling into the crawling sun
You give me flowers
You give me heart palpitations
You ring the church bells
Ours is a toxic love
You like to play silly buggers
With my heart
I think hand holding is gross
The bitter aftertaste
Of your words in my mouth
Doesn't leave much room
For sweet nothings
Meri Kirihimete!!! I hope you enjoyed this twitter advent calendar - it was heaps of fun trying something new. Thanks to @MagicWithRules for the inspiration (check out her multi-tweet stories). Have a wonderful Christmas 🤶❤️💚
1/25 The wicker box sat in the corner of the room, tucked up against the green-painted walls. It slumped slightly at the edges – all those years of holding in universes were starting to show, like a beer belly or a family couch. Its hinges creaked when opened after bedtime.
25/25 Christmas dawned golden, warm, early. Jo raced the sun to the tree, then waited achingly for her parents.
Jo tore all the paper. Her favourite gift was a wooden train, with filigree paintwork and wheels powered by a real motor.
The wicker lid creaked open.
"All aboard!"