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Milk Bottle 17: Heartland
Author: Kat
Title: Heartland
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Milk bottle 17 (Funhouse)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Main Stage: Traveling Again, Dar Williams), miniature, seed beads, glue (Your unflagging tenacity continues to accelerate your progress in life, but it's useful to stop for a moment to take stock of your past accomplishments.), fabric (this image), acrylic (Bored to tears)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: She loved her hometown. She did.
Warnings: sexism.
Notes: For reference, Ahava grew up in a teeny-tiny little town in Alabama.
Ahava loved her hometown. The little streets and the statues and all the joys of small-town life, so maybe it wasn't a surprise that she left as soon as she could.
So did Duncan and his sisters; so did all of her siblings. It wasn't that they didn't love home, but it was a place you came from, not a place you stayed.
Sometimes she thought leaving was a mistake, on lonely nights when the city overwhelmed her, longing for the crickets and cicadas and her mother's soothing voice.
She still knew there was nothing else she could have done.
Title: Heartland
Story: In the Heart
Colors: Milk bottle 17 (Funhouse)
Supplies and Materials: Graffiti (Lilith Faire Main Stage: Traveling Again, Dar Williams), miniature, seed beads, glue (Your unflagging tenacity continues to accelerate your progress in life, but it's useful to stop for a moment to take stock of your past accomplishments.), fabric (this image), acrylic (Bored to tears)
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Summary: She loved her hometown. She did.
Warnings: sexism.
Notes: For reference, Ahava grew up in a teeny-tiny little town in Alabama.
Ahava loved her hometown. The little streets and the statues and all the joys of small-town life, so maybe it wasn't a surprise that she left as soon as she could.
So did Duncan and his sisters; so did all of her siblings. It wasn't that they didn't love home, but it was a place you came from, not a place you stayed.
Sometimes she thought leaving was a mistake, on lonely nights when the city overwhelmed her, longing for the crickets and cicadas and her mother's soothing voice.
She still knew there was nothing else she could have done.
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Man do I know those places
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Thank you!