“ I am in the night of the stars.The moon is new and I see my way by focusing on the light given off by the Souls of the trees. The night air is thick and dark and sweet, like blueberries. It enters my… Sophia Rose
“ I have found that a writer is formed not so much by their experiences but by the way in which they view and capture those experiences. Sophia Rose
“ I have found that a writer is formed not so much by their experiences but by the way in which they view and capture those experiences. Like vivid, rainbow metallic skin cells on the wings of a fragile… Sophia Rose
“ I am a black bird, a Raven, I am Raven. I know and I am knowing—I know and see life and death, expansion and contraction and I do not shiver and cry—I am unafraid.I am Raven. I am black as liquid nigh… Sophia Rose
