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written by: Dragonsilk



The first shaky steps of a toddler.
The shy quiet walk of the child.
The stride of teenage angst.
The exuberant speed of college years.
The hesitant knock on the doors of work.
The confident stalk of skills learnt.

Then the world spins, changes, takes us with it.
Insecurity follows as opinions oppose.
Opposition grows as hatred flows.
Reason cries and hope dies.
Voices rise in protest.
Gathering strength.

Then we look in the mirror.
Grey faced, worried eyes.
A slow halting walk.
Age makes us.



I am a textile artist, living in and inspired by the incredible North Wales scenery. My paintings, photographs and writing is informed and inspired by the myths, legends, flora and fauna of the wild places.

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