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Jennifer(Eine Togi) @einetogi.bsky.social · 09/07/2026

I've been meaning to show you the poppy looking flowers. I figured I'd throw in the other flowers and the face of a stingray because that feels right up your alley.

A stingray on the roof of a glass tunnel. The "face" and fills can be seen.

pink and red poppy looking flowers on very dry ground. there's also a bit of rock that runs along the dry patch of land

scant small white flowers next to two small purple blossoms growing in light dirt on a patch of land

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Jennifer(Eine Togi) @einetogi.bsky.social · 09/06/2026

@fallenlights.net A friend from college had a sugar glider... now she has a raccoon!! She's sooo cool!!

A screenshot of three pictures of a 3 month old baby raccoon next to books on a crinkled up beige bedsheet.

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Jennifer(Eine Togi) @einetogi.bsky.social · 22/03/2026

Maybe it's Titus Kaplar's Enough About You

A painting from the 1700s where all of the white men have been crumpled up and the young, enslaved boy is wonderfully displayed in a gold frame. by Titus Kaplar called Enough About You

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Jennifer(Eine Togi) @einetogi.bsky.social · 17/02/2026

If you see this, post a rabbit🥕

screenshot title says I am Rabbit. This togi is a mess. She has neither prosperity nor a luscious fur. Though she eats her fill in the yard of her owner, she still dodges birds of prey in the day. She is merely a hase meant for meat or a conejita meant to entertain a child. She has become a rabbit of her own accord and her burrow is never far away.

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Jennifer(Eine Togi) @einetogi.bsky.social · 30/10/2025

I've fallen back into the 70s and am working on my signature beautiful, melancholic dream again.

Screenshot of text “That would be nice.” I accept, wrapping my hand around the end of the pen and paper. For a second, she holds on and our eyes meet. I could reach out and brush back a stray hair that lingers near her face, but she pulls away.
Patting her leg, she chuckles nervously and mutters something.
“What does that mean?”
“You heard?”
I nod, eager to understand.
“Liebe das Leben,” she says more clearly, her cheery disposition replaced by a seriousness that draws me closer. “It means love life.”
“Oh.” I hang onto her words.
“I say it to myself.” She goes on. “It is like a spell, I guess. Something to remind me to be happy.”
“I’ve upset you.” My heart falls.
“No, quite the opposite, I enjoy being with you.”

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Jennifer(Eine Togi) @einetogi.bsky.social · 20/10/2025

Unfortunately, my art is painted inside the minds of others, but I wanted to have a bit of fun and accidentally have another little snippet for @epistemiclit.bsky.social

“Let it stew,” my sister says as I fuss with the caldron.
“But it will stick to the bottom,” I complain but set down the ladle.
“That’s the point. The longer it simmers—the harder it is to clean. Then we can finally be rid of the thing.”
“I guess.” I stare at the nubs of bone starting to stick up from the water line. Who wants to reuse a pot after killing a murderer anyway?

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Jennifer(Eine Togi) @einetogi.bsky.social · 15/08/2025

Ed Sheeran's Tenerife Sea will forever remind me of these two characters. I may not have their story finished, but I know how it ends. I know the beauty from it and the tragedy. (CW-reference to a sudden death and guilt) www.youtube.com/watch?v=2tHe...

Running my hand over her coarse hair, I take in all of her. Since we met, the wrinkles and worries have only ever increased. Each gray hair on her head is a reminder that her life’s never been easy. I certainly didn’t make it any easier, but life with them was more than I could have ever hoped for.
“Ingrid, I’m sorry.” The words leave my lips as a soft whisper, an attempt to be heard, though I’d rather she not hear me.
Turning my body, I slide my legs off the bed. I promised myself that once she started sleeping on her own, I would leave. My hand trails behind me, keeping me where I sit. I don’t want to go back to the way life used to be.
I hate myself for thinking that.
If I had just refused that extra shift, I would have been here playing cards. I would have been here with them, but I wasn’t. He shouldn’t have died. A heart attack doesn’t have to kill you. The gentle touch of Ingrid’s hand covers mine in warmth. Her hands have always been so warm compared to mine, even in the dead of winter.

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Jennifer(Eine Togi) @einetogi.bsky.social · 11/08/2025

STOP 🛑 🖐🏻 This is a WIP checkpoint QRP with your current WIP! Will cramming a Duchess and a Lady into the same book work or have I, once again, complicated things........ #Writing #WIP

screenshot of text Drifting down the halls, Ginger clasped her hands to her cheeks. A fire burned on her skin. She had always admired Lady Teaton and now she’d finally confessed—sort of. She just had to go through the official graduation ceremony, then she could use more than a kiss to explain her devotion.
A squeak escaped her lips. Lyn would be there tomorrow, watching her. Merely thinking the Lady’s first name left her flushed, but the excitement was short lived. She needed a better speech. Words amassed in her head, but none were good enough.

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Jennifer(Eine Togi) @einetogi.bsky.social · 22/07/2025

This is the crux of the pain I hope to accurately paint across the pages of my very messy WIP. This scene will most likely not appear, but I still wanted to share it. #WIPSnip

Screenshot of text I comply, not wanting to bother them. As I drop to the floor and open the box, they sit down in their recliners and go about their own activities—Omi with a book and Phyllis with her knitting.
After a while, the footrest of a recliner snaps into place behind me. When I look over my shoulder, I see Omi sitting upright in her chair. She’s been so patiently reading while I’ve been mercilessly destroying the K’nex. No matter how I try, I can’t make anything of them.
As Omi sets down her book, she leans toward Phyllis and recites three German words in a loving way: “Liebe das Leben.”
The wrinkles on Omi’s face crease tightly around her eyes and lips when she smiles at her. Phyllis’s lips curl too, hinting at a smile, but she doesn’t look happy. Instead, she seems sad. Phyllis then adjusts her knitting needles and briefly touches Omi’s hands before knitting again.
“Omi,” I scoot toward her. “What does ‘Liebe das Leben’ mean?”
“It means ‘Love Life’.” Her gaze rests on me as she speaks, but I still catch her sneak a peek at Phyllis.

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Jennifer(Eine Togi) @einetogi.bsky.social · 09/07/2025

Music will pull you in and weave a wicked story inside your head. The house is waiting to be your home. My music paring for Entangled is Run Away by Mino.(www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sagk...) Entangled einetogicuentos.blogspot.com/2021/07/enta...

A small cabin in a barren forest. Snow is brushed from the path leading up to the front door. Snow covers the foreground. The background is the deep blue of night. An orange light emanates from the large window on the front of the house. A lone wingback chair stands inside.

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Jennifer(Eine Togi) @einetogi.bsky.social · 01/07/2025

Concentration camps and deporting citizens Also, www.npr.org/2025/07/01/n...

screenshot of text Not only are they making concentration camps, they are planning to deport CITIZENS! I have already cited endless verses, JESUS'S OWN WORDS on LOVE THY NEIGHBOR... he also says LOVE YOUR ENEMY! (Matthew 5:44)
THIS IS NOT A CHRISTIAN government.
Not even close. Well, one might say, he is punishing the wrong doers... Might I remind you that you and I are sinners. Have you ever gotten a DUI? Have you ever taken a turn at a stoplight without using a turn signal? Have you ever been angry?
But I tell you that anyone who is angry with a brother or sister will be subject to judgment. Again, anyone who says to a brother or sister, ‘Raca,’ is answerable to the court. And anyone who says, ‘You fool!’ will be in danger of the fire of hell. (Matt. 5:22,NIV)
God makes it to rain on the righteous and the unrighteous (Matt. 5:45). The first person in the Bible to name God is Hagar.
"13 She gave this name to the Lord who spoke to her: “You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen[c] the One who sees me.”"(Gen. 16:13, NIV)
"So that no one may boast before him." (1. Cor. 1:29, NIV)
WE ARE ALL DUST
"By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken; for you are dust, and to dust you shall return.”" (Gen. 3:19, ESV)

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Jennifer(Eine Togi) @einetogi.bsky.social · 29/05/2025

Those are amazing!! I love the creepy arm reaching from the depths of her cave of imagination!! It's only the second day of summer and already he tried to make pancakes BY HIMSELF!

A cropped image of a kitchen sink, counter, and dish washer. In the sink is a large pile of dishes with the top being a large skillet full of soggy, uncooked pancake batter.

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Jennifer(Eine Togi) @einetogi.bsky.social · 29/04/2025

Dusty Attic Publishing Instagram Prompt for April 29th, 2025: The screaming stopped before the squad could reach the victims...

Screenshot of text reads Dusty Attic Publishing Instagram Prompt:
The screaming stopped before the squad could reach the victims.

The wreckage of a country laid at their feet.
As the sun set, casting eerie shadows over what was left, the squad leader bent down and lit the splintered wood ablaze. There was no pyre on which to honor all those buried in the darkness, but the squad would see to it that the many were not forgotten. No, they would stand before the fire and watch the light.
Mesmerized, they will let the dead speak to their soul through the flames. As the ashes disappear in the morning and drift on the wind, they’ll turn their backs on the hollowness and go forth into the world with the story of the past written on their hearts. They’ll be the light for the lost not yet crushed or snubbed out by the weight of reality.

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Jennifer(Eine Togi) @einetogi.bsky.social · 25/11/2024

Authors! Let’s start a chain of posts of your FIRST published book. “Quote post” the cover, a link, and three words about it. Here is mine. When My Mind Wanders: A Collection of Writings and Short Stories Short Vignettes Melancholic books2read.com/b/47lZgN

The silhouette of a woman's face in yellow, red, and black in front of blue backdrop. In white text in the middle of the image, it says When My mind wanders: a collection of writings and short stories

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