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the (un)measured life

ByKymberlee

Let my life not be measured by gold or productivity or towers built for someone to later knock down Instead, let it be measured by the number of kisses on my neck, my forehead, my lips (and elsewhere). Let my life be measured by the number of times I have heard or spoken the words…

bricolage project day 2 [girlhood]
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bricolage project day 2 [girlhood]

ByKymberlee

From the Beach Today’s bricolage comes from the beach at Carkeek Park which has been my go-to place for contemplation for 16 years.  There is little that I can’t process emotionally or mentally when I’m near the water at that particular beach.  My only rule for this piece was that the objects had to come…