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By: littlepeace July 19, 2017

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'life is either a great adventure or nothing.' --- helen keller

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About Amelia


I'm an editrix, a writer, a poet, a photographer, and a wielder of butter. I love Jesus because He loved me first.

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I feel like telling you this: Some of you know that I put together collections of original poetry, writing and photography each Christmas (and, new this year, mid-July, or August, or whenever that was) and send them hurtling around the country to the mailboxes of dear friends. This year’s book is called The Hours of Ordinary Time. If you’d like one, let me know and I’ll send you a copy in lateish December when they’re done. It’s a lot of work, but it’s so fun, and it stretches me creatively in a lot of directions. These little books have been a blessing to me in being a way to give part of myself to other people (which I will readily admit is terrifying) and put into words or images some of the things God has given me and taught me. If you’ve received one (or several), I hope they’ve encouraged you somehow. I never know exactly what they’ll be about until they’re done, which makes making them something of an adventure.
Yesterday was weird, man. I got 10 hours of sleep yet felt exhausted at 7:30. So I wrote a “tired haiku.” Today’s poetry prompt was “health,” so I wrote about SAD — “early comes the encroaching night.” You can read these both at the link in my bio.
@virginiadaredressco is everything that is thoughtful and lovely.

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