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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 01/01/2026

Rainy New Year’s Eve in San Francisco. Peace to us all in 2026

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 20/12/2025

Decorating the darkness with tinsel and sparkles

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 19/12/2025

It’s a strange feeling to not miss anything or anyone and to not feel haunted. Maybe because I’m writing again.

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 11/07/2025

Dreamt of post WW3 Paris. I’m in a surviving family’s bunker, looking out at thousands of rows of bunkers covered in vibrant graffiti. Skaters’ playground, mesmerizing. The family are found people, Indian, Nigerian, French. They celebrate every event with paper flowers, rituals.

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 03/07/2025

Time traveling on the long slow bus through the city

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 28/06/2025

The magical Monday to Saturday transformation from corporate bitch to island witch

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 26/06/2025

Micro dream about two foxes emerging unscathed from the snow after a fire, one called Flame and the other called Destiny.

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 24/06/2025

Wonder sparkling through my blood

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 21/06/2025

Deliciously lush lazy summer days, drifting between daydreams and sleep, floating under the trees and endless blue sky

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 21/06/2025

Pulled myself from one rabbit hole into another

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lichtbringer @saintghost.bsky.social · 16/06/2025

your words melt on my tongue like a summer memory drizzled with poems #haiku #DailyHaikuPrompt (shaved ice)

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 16/06/2025

Woke from a micro dream where we were hanging up a banner saying: We begin again, but not from this world.

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 04/06/2025

Dreamt wild dogs growled outside the broken window in the dead of night. I shout loudly in defense and we have a standoff. My shouts turn into barks and then I’m howling, howling, turning into some other primal thing, and even the dogs are afraid.

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 31/05/2025

Burning for days, parched for quenching waters and cool whispers

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 30/05/2025

Dreamt I was in a luxurious resort where we all lounged in silk robes in dark wood paneled chambers. My suite was draped in billowing, diaphanous tapestries of deep midnight and lapis blues, adorned with intricate embroidery of entwining vines and peacocks. Of course I take pics.

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Laura 🇺🇦 🕊️ 🏳️‍🌈 @mybookandbranch.bsky.social · 26/05/2025

may slips away day moons and deer paths

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 14/04/2025

Summer’s calling and we get wilder every day, unwinding towards the infinite green and gold

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 29/05/2025

Dreamt I lived in war torn France. I’m an ordinary shop girl by day and scheming with the rebellion by night. My room is hidden inside an old bookstore with a false storefront. The city lost power, there’s only candlelight. Danger lurks everywhere.

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 29/05/2025

Woke up murmuring ancient incantations again

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 26/05/2025

Dance-fighting my way outta this rage, as per usual, music on blast and twirling like a shaman

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 24/05/2025

We create sublime chaos every night stories mind-reeling and heart-rending the silk of dreams slipping through trembling fingers as eyes open to morning’s harsh punishment and we forever dwell in between dark & light creation & destruction magic & horror

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 06/05/2025

Blue sky, jasmine intoxication, buzz of bee, cry of dove and crow and hawk, creak of mind and bones, warmth of sun, roar of plane, promise of moon

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 21/04/2025

Picking a fragrant, sunset-hued rose from my garden to place in my room, on my desk, where I have time to create and dream and write letters to loved ones. This is the pinnacle of achievement, I can die in peace.

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 19/04/2025

The sun sinks lower, each day’s end feeling like a beautiful death. We turn up the music and dance.

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 14/04/2025

Summer’s calling and we get wilder every day, unwinding towards the infinite green and gold

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 09/04/2025

Skin and silk pressed against the night one kiss unravels reality

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 06/04/2025

We talk of travel and heartache and growth and death and creating and reading and being and wonder. Always wonder.

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 03/04/2025

Dream week with my bestie. Talking all day with coffee and tea, doing some art, laptops off, lounge in garden, talking all evening with martinis and snacks. Sleep in, repeat

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 31/03/2025

Cutting through you with my eyes again

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 31/03/2025

Curling into ourselves, back to primal ways. Our sea scented dreams wait for us. A cool bed of sighs, your sea glass eyes.

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 31/03/2025

There’s war within and without, but we have an oasis between us

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 29/03/2025

Through battlefields and lifetimes and cities of chaos and oceans of longing, we find each other again, as always

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 29/03/2025

Where are we? Dreamt of madness and war, of perfumed cabarets in Paris, of panthers and patchouli. Dreamt our flesh was shot through by immortal light and we morphed ecstatically on the battlefield.

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 29/03/2025

I take back every moment you stole from me

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 28/03/2025

I have a week off, away from the corporate machine. I’m giddy with joy and feeling rich with luxurious time.

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A @driftingisland.bsky.social · 28/03/2025

Yesterday, with glimpses of tomorrow

Close up of Double Delight rose in full bloom. A dew drop in the creamy center, magenta outer petals.

Sketchbook cover designed by David Shrigley. Features hand scripted words: “It has always been my desire to be an artist but I find it incredibly fucking difficult” This sits in a small wicker tray. Background, a small circular watercolor paint set from the Tate, a bottle of Sailor ink, a small box of carbon ink cartridges.

Screenshot with subtitles from one of Monty Don’s gardening shows. Beautiful English manor with green lawn and garden in background, a man and woman chatting in foreground. The woman is saying, “I’m going to have my heart cut out when I die and”

View walking up Howard toward Second street in San Francisco. Vintage red Dahl-Beck Electric Co. shop sign in mid frame. Tall glass building where LinkedIn offices are, reflecting clouds in distance.

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