little memories that i keep trying to forget but are always rekindled by stupid little haunting visual clues poetry there are certain things i heard in childhood about pine cones of which i can only say that i hope they turn out to be just not true Share this: Share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...